Thursday, March 31, 2011


I want to write great things. My throat hurts. My head hurts. My neck hurts. My eyes are tired. 

I hope your day in Camden was sufficiently rambunctious, grungy, and toocoolforschool. I hope you saw Amy Winehouse and asked her for directions to Pete's house. 

It's supposed to snow tomorrow. A lot in Vermont. It makes me feel very, very depressed. 

I miss you. 

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