Sometimes I get the urge to gather everyone I know into a small bundle and take them with me wherever I go. I think my thoughts to other people, the things I would tell them if they were there. But people are not here, not very many people are any ways, and the people who that are here, are understandly busy. I think thoughts to tehm even. I was talking with Colin the other night and I said "I am worried this is how life is going to be forever," and he made his typical face and expressed typical bewilderment at what I said. But I do worry, I worry that I will settle, I will lose people, and I will lose people, but I want to lose them less quickly. (This little selfish part of me wants everyone to stay unemployed and here).