The winds of change are a’ here.

It turned cold tonight.

I saw Sarah tonight.

I saw Jenn today.

I saw Mike today.

I played games at Sarah’s house and it was Different Then Ever Before.

I left, drove past Jenn’s hoping she’d think about me, went by Hollywood Video, then home, and the entire way singing Guster like it was Italian opera.

That’s another thing. My voice got better again. It’s back.

Last night I went to the Orlando International Airport with Jenn and paid $2 to walk around and sit and talk on the top level of airport parking.

It was the best 2 dollars I’ve spent in my life.

[Tonight I broke a promise accidentally and I hope I can be forgiven. It was an accident, for fact. And I am sorry. (But a little not too.)

Ask me later Jenn.]

“Voices Calling From A Yellow Road!”

Guster is my band. My favorite band (and I have one now).

I don’t know.

It got cold tonight.

(Does it say it all?)

We are still.