I am only as big as myself. I become inspired. I make little toys to amuse myself. I put pieces of myself in a public place. I make myself accessible. I enjoy the interaction.

Jeff (of Life In Fragments) wrote me today that he is sending me a book I have been searching for. A gift... Do you know what it is like to find volume one of something you love and then to be unable to find volume two? Just today I added it to my wish list, and just today I will cross it off. He says it is a thank you for a gift I gave him. Perhaps we both feel inadequate. Perhaps we both feel satisfied. There is no rhyme or reason to human interaction.

I told Matthew's roommate I am going back to LA on Sunday. He asked why. I don't have an answer. I don't have a reason. I have no place I need to be.

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