I didn't get the CDs. I guess Sam was busy.

I was excited to get home. Finally, free internet and free food (that's all I ever waste my money on anyway)!!! Though my brother seems to have erased all my music. No prob. That just means I'll have to download them all again...

I can hog Isidore all i want with the excuse that I need to submit a net article.

Mmmm... I can smell mom's cooking from where I'm sitting. I missed this.

Notes on the boat the other night:

So many familiar faces... faces who never knew me

If death were a tunnel, mine would be inky

the ferry boat is the tunnel between this life and that one.

puera bisita puera bisita puera bisita

if you want to come with me, you'll have to pay the fare..

the scent of efficacent oil on a boat and rosary beads is mommy
the humming of the boat's engine, the scent of the engine and the salt, and the oil, and the engine still.

I still think of the play; I still think of how it could be improved; I still think of french kisses and half-closed eyes; i still think of Khing.
And then I think of deep set eyes that bore into your soul and then I think of Luke. And then I think of him not even watching the play and then I think of the nights I spent trying to perfect the script with his satisfaction in mind. then I go back to thinking of Khing and how his eyes admired me as he smiled before the play.