i meant to, i really did.

then the phone rang. seriously i think over the past week or so, i've spent as much time on the phone as i did when i was in eighth or ninth grade, which is to say, for anybody who didn't know me in eighth or ninth grade, a whole heck of a lot of time. it's not bad at all, it's been good on one or two counts, at least really good on one count, but that's neither here nor there i guess.

if there's anything at all bad about the timing it's that all of these phone calls seemed to converge around the time i'd resolved to be more consistent about writing. in fact, i'd written every day the week before last and felt pretty good that i had, but then as quickly as i'd appeared, i was gone.

i'm not certain what my point is here, i guess mostly just to say i'm still here, haven't gone anywhere or anything. last week was really good, this week, with the exception of a few hours last night, hasn't been so much.

so there you have it i guess.

feeling: dependent
thinking of: the cowboys
music: "wedding dress" derek webb