Seems like everyone I know is missing someone.
Better than missing yourself, I suppose.
At least with missing someones you get sympathy sometimes.
But when you've lost yourself, why, no one knows.

Too much alone time is somewhat dangerous for random minds like mine, who often need the helpful, intrusive perspectives of others to maintain the distiction between reality and imaginings. But tomorrow I am going home. Every second is filled with visiting friends and family. I planned it that way. Too much time in my home is far far worse than too much time alone. I dreamed last night that the plane crashed. One should consider that a nightmare, but I found it somewhat humorous. Granted, I survived the plane crash in my dream. I actually once was calmly convinced that the plane was going to crash when I moved out to Arizona. See, I'd just finished reading A Prayer for Owen Meaney when my world suddenly came crashing down on top of me, and somehow came to the conclusion far back in my wildly stressed head that I too would be expiring under palm trees. I cant quite look back at that and laugh yet, but I can shrug my shoulders now at my silliness. I'm rather glad it didnt crash. :D

One last thing--Does anyone want cookies? I made a ton to send to Ali, but not all of them fit in the box. I dont want them; I'm leaving tomorrow. I dont want to leave them here though, 'cause I dont want them to end up in Barbie. She doesnt need them. Really, if you want some, stop by. Or leave me an address. I will mail them to you. Theyre really tasty...chocolate chip caramel and sugar cookies...Anyone? Please?