Waiting for hunter, smoking cigarettes (overpriced, just like everything but the bagels) and watching the little octagons wander by below. New york continues to steal my heart, and I�m excited to wander in brooklyn today, if hunter ever gets through with his nonsense at that dorm I�m not allowed to visit. Crazy kid. Love him, really, but he�s awful business-like and stressed this weekend. I understand it, and shouldn�t take it personally, but when do I not stick things right next to my heart? Oh, right, never ever ever.

James called this morning and I chatted with him for so long, I thought I might as well be lounging in bed next to him. Oh, me oh my. Hunter�s right, he�s fragile, and I ought to be more careful than I am. Oh, passionate me, just diving right into him and not worrying about the situation that�s going to be on my hands very shortly. Or even currently. Very currently. If you can add those two adverbs together. He�s a good kid. I�m glad someone�s doing the worrying about the practicality of this whole�thing. I�m not. Really, I imagine that everything will work out.