i've been listening to an obscene amount of sad, old country these days. i think it's because i miss georgia- the location, and the time i spent there, and the people i knew, and who i used to be. that rickety old house where we fell through the floor a couple of times. and used to drink too much too early in the day. last night there were many people in my dreams who i will probably never speak to again. eventually it won't feel strange that i don't see them everyday.

it's cold and raining here in louisiana today.