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_________________ 9 45 pm pdt [ dragging ] The minutes are dragging. I can't wait for him to come back to into town this evening. I'm going to have ginger snaps hot from the oven waiting for him when he walks in. Having my computer broken is quite maddening. I don't like using his machine because the stand is too tall for me. I've stopped watching movies. No radio for me. I've sat on the couch with my heafty book, and am enjoying reading it, but the minutes are dragging. I want him to be home. I want our daily rituals to resume. I have my own -- I have errands and house chores -- but I want him. Evenings are our time, evenings and weekends. I like having to stand on my tippy toes to kiss him. I like that he rubs my feet abselntly because he knows I like it. I like how he feels clean shaven. I like where he leaves his flip flops by the door. I like the way he looks sleeping. I like cooking with and for him. I love feeding him. I love the way he looks at me and the sweet things he says. I'm filled with good thoughts about him. How is it that memories make both less and more lonely? I hope he comes home safe soon. We talked on the phone while he was in the airport, but then the connection got cut off. Come home to me, my peach...
[ 3 years: ] three years ago today: Today I flew to LA. two years ago today: There is usually a point when he hasn't arrived, that I begin to worry that he had been in an accident. one year ago today: I love to draw. I love to create. I love that I have an opportunity to digitally doodle.
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Not to be confused with the wonderful 2000 Chocolat starring Juliette Binoche, this was a
beautiful film about memories of French West Africa. The cinematography
was amazing and the story engaging but very slow.
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