Tuesday, January 9, 2007

Flying Solo

It's a conspiracy. A handful of friends--the ones I spend most of my time with-- will all be gone this next week.

I'm excited.

I love being with people, love the energy, the synergy, the fun. I love to cook for them, and to make them laugh hysterically, and to sing to their guitars and to beat them at board games. But I also love alone time, and its been long enough that I almost don't remember what that means.

I say my goodbyes, already missing them, and sketch out my goals and visions for the upcoming week.

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