31 July 2000

3.03 AM. Bored. Tired. Too caffeinated to sleep.

Re-reading old emails for lack of anything more interesting to do. Sort of crying at one I found from a few years back. One line. Closest thing to a love-letter I ever got. Very sweet.

I never delete anything. I should start. Don't think I'm going to though.

Maybe I'll make some coffee, pull an all-nighter, and finish my play.

Maybe I should quit while I'm ahead.

~H*

The completely random but beautiful song that's running through my head...