For God's sake man. Just cry.
-I'm listening to the latest Hem CD and this Sally Ellyson woman sings unbelievably. Unbelievably. Her voice is loves lost, promises to keep, and perfect.

-I just read The Time Traveler's Wife. It's fantastic. It's a timeless love story told in a charming time-traveling tale. What great love is not past, present, and future? I can't tell you how many times I got choked up, or how many times I had to just close the book and stare off into the distance. This book is artful, it's philosophic, did I mention fantastic? (good call, Kate)

-There are some things about travel that make me very lonely. Travel also makes me want more travel.

-Speaking of time, travel, and philosophy, I paid 25 dollars for this hour*. I haven't figured out if that was a bargain or if I got ripped off. For 25 dollars should I be trying to achieve more, or should I relax? Was it really this hour? Or was it an earlier hour? And finally should work reimburse me for an hour? Sometimes they seem to owe me so much more and sometimes it seems maybe I owe them.

*For 25 dollars, a certain airline will allow you to leave on another scheduled flight if they have seats available. Hence, I am home an hour earlier than anticipated.