i like that i can put the font as "tiny" on this thing. i guess that's going to be the closest i get to my own handwriting.

"As I told you before, in some ways I feel most alive when I'm holed up in some corner, writing things down... I love writing letters to the newspaper, notes to my friends, Christmas cards, anything where I have to put down words. I love writing you. You most of all. I always have... This letter, which I'm writing with my own hand, with my own pen, in my own penmanship, comes from me and no one else, and is a present of myself to you... And it's not a telephone call, which is dead as soon as it is over. No, this is just me, me the way I write... the way I want to be to you, giving myself to you across a distance, not keeping or retaining any part of it for myself, giving this piece of myself to you totally, and you can tear me up and throw me out, or keep me, and read me today, tomorrow, any time you want until you die" (Love Letters)

I'm a big fan of that play - let it be my first recommendation to you. but this quote always hit home with me. in more ways, i'm better in writing, on paper. i guess it's the unrelenting romantic in me. or the only way that my thoughts can begin to come together and be coherant.

9 days until another one of my adventures. we're in the single digits now. how surreal. but my feelings on that are for another night.

i got a call from one of my best friends, tessa, tonight - from Foxwoods, THE largest casino in the world apparently - and she made me realize that this summer has slipped by me without a trip back to providence. and she made me remember a certain trip to Foxwoods that started when they kidnapped me from duty. classic.