Glee

Phase One is over for me.

By way of my mom, I heard from Reagan. He sent my letters to her address, she scanned them and emailed them to me. In my letters/sketches/diary to him, I included my current address several times in several places, so hopefully he won't lose it.

Phase one is over.

Just last night as I wrote to him I ranted a little about "can I PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE hear from you?" more getting out my own emotions than pleading with him. By the time I penned those words, his letter was already in the system, totally out of his control.

Not that the rhythm of my day was perfect before I heard from him, but the adrenaline and fallout made it impossible to get back in the groove. Although I did get back in a sketching groove, which was nice. With all the painting I do, the loose stuff doesn't happen as often anymore.

This blog is turning into what my LJ was, and my LJ is mostly abandoned. LAME.

I cross my fingers that tomorrow will go better, that my back will let me sleep quickly and that I will sleep well. Tomorrow is very important.