Friday, October 03, 2008
I've had the hugest headache all day long. And as a result, most of the day was spent curled up under the covers watching reruns and pondering most everything (and in general, not being productive at all).
And I find myself refreshing my mailbox every 15 minutes; I think I am waiting to hear from you. And I want to send you that draft I wrote last night, the one that tells you that I miss you, that I don't know if you're disappointed or angry or sad or just ambivalent now, that I don't know if you haven't replied because you're not speaking to me or because you've just got too much to do right now, that I don't know if I've fucked it up and that I am paranoid and panicked and anxious, but most of all, and simplest of all, that I love you.
sherry @ 1:19:00 am
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