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...