it's 1:30am here in ohio. tonight is not normal, in that it happens often, but i'm also very familiar. tomorrow morning i'll be too groggy. right now i'm almost too pressed - pressed with thoughts that are too fast and without order. it's difficult to describe. there are too many words but i have such dulled senses. i'm tired. perhaps i can recall some of these things in the morning if i write a little.
i love some conversations that say very little. the kind where you needn't say much because these conversations are simply enjoying time being together. there's not many of them because so often we're "doing" things together. but sometimes we get past formalities and so enjoy familiarity. i enjoy listening to music in the car and not talking.
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