a week before i was going to see you.
the day you sent me 2 emails.
1. a short update email. moms ill, matthews still needs major care and handling, there are balls in the air, and i should not overly analyze anything.
Under the pale white light of a ghostly moon, afloat in the velvet blanket of the night, three intrepid and, ultimately, doomed would-be heroes venture beneath the streets to see what lurks in the long dark of the sewers below…
A couple of young folks invited me to watch The Hobbit 1 and 2 with them, which was nice. But I talked too much during the spider scene in Mirkwood Forest-well, because I’m afraid of spiders, I guess. 144 more words