Hi Brian.

I'm at Odegaard writing e-mail. My UW computer access still works, that's nice. Perhaps hanging out at the UW campus will inspire me to go back to school? And maybe if I submerse myself in the throws of academia I will somehow become something more than an aspiring receptionist? Mind if I cop your style and take up architecture? I need something substantial to occupy my career ambitions, I think. Or something more than just lofty aspirations of rock stardom. I'm sure I will stumble across something I'd love to study; I just hope it happens soon. And, besides, my friend convinced me I could be a rock star in my spare time - fancy that.

So, I'm writing e-mail, reading online journals and listening to the new Weezer (which is a better album than what I was expecting). You would think that I would be spending every second of this beautiful day outside, however, the library seems cozy right now. Well, whatever corroded idea of coziness the florescent lights and computers lend themselves to.

I was in your 'hood yesterday morning. I wanted to yell your name and see if you'd pop your head out of one of the open windows looking out onto First Avenue, but that would have been silly.

I've been trying to call you; although, you're never home and you haven't returned my phone calls. That's fine though, maybe it's best if we don't hang out or talk right now. If, however, you do decide you want to do something then send me an e-mail. Don't call though, that's probably a bad idea. I will be busy this weekend, but next week may work out.

How are you doing? I wonder about you often. I miss you, but that's apparent. WRITE ME.

I started this e-mail forever ago and have been working on it sporadically, but it's getting late and I had better head back home.

Stephan!e