may my wrongs create no trouble

       i just had an interesting experience as i picked up my copy of "prince caspian." i've read it several times over the years, but when i turned the first few pages, it took me right back to the very first time i read it, under my covers with a flashlight. cliche, i know, but i thought i was being sneaky. i would have been in the third grade, so around 7 or 8 years old. seventeen years. that's how far i just traveled back in time. i'm way too young to be this nostalgic already.

       i'm having a very emo day. there have been a few of them over the past couple weeks since the house has emptied, but tonight i'm home in kansas city with my cat next to me and feeling fresh after a shower to get rid of all the grass clippings and bugginess that comes with spending 5 hours mowing your lawn (we're in the country). and i still can't quite shake it. matt's last post got to me, along with his most recent comment on my last post. i've known it and probably talked about it a few times, but i'm