aaahhh... the outlet of the pen. well, of the keyboard and my fingers. the joy of writing. i miss it dearly and i want it back. i really don't know what i want to do with it. maybe write in a magazine or something... and if i get ambitious enough, a novel. but i don't even know what it would be about at all. no ideas. at least none right now.

so i'm sitting here drinking my hazelnut coffee from dunkins and typing away. i'm thinking that dunkins coffee is not as great as it use to be. unless, of course, i've just gotten so use to the richness that is starbucks. that definitely could be it. and now that i'm moving to medford, i will be very close to davis square, which has a fantabulous starbucks located dead center. :) ahhh....

i have boxes in my car that i can pack up and bring to my new place. i really just need to get a move on it, because the more i do now, the less i need to do around move in time. ya know what i'm saying? i think the worst part of moving is not packing and unpacking, but actually carrying the boxes up and down the stairs, making sure you still have the grasp, that the doors are open wide enough, that you're not bumping into someone or something.... or tripping on something. ugh... i don't know. maybe i'm just a baby. hee.

stephen's making dinner tonight for his friend and friend's friend. he asked if i was going to be home.... i won't be. but that's a nice gesture, considering when i make dinner i'm kinda like... i'm making dinner, you can have some if you want. i don't know.... mine is more uninviting or something. oh well...

anyway, i'm gonna go read or pack or something like that.