There's a shirt and pajama bottoms on my chair.

Condom wrappers in the garbage.

Flip-flop sandals next to my bed.

In the bathroom, hairspray and deodorant.

Two CD's in my metal case.



I've been trying not to miss you, but I'm giving up for a moment here. Sue me. I got used to you being around a little too quickly, but I guess that's what happens when you spend four days together. Hopefully, there'll be some distraction tomorrow. Got an email suggesting I might get the opportunity to play tour guide tomorrow; that would be fun. I like to think I'm good at that sort of thing, though some of my directional detail could always use some work...