It's always bedtime here.

I'm here, I'm alive...loving on people who's presences in my life are absent more often than not.
Rochester is lovely, and my home on several emotional levels.
I find myself unable to write about much, only because I'm still digesting what is rich, thick and extremely busy.

You wanna know something else? I have mime homework tonight...and I'm procrastinating.
If I weren't so tired, I might write something that would interest you.



Emily and I unite.