I drive back to Moscow tomorrow, after I pack, load, visit Nana, and pick up Tyler. I'm already a little stressed and tense, although I'm looking forward to seeing my friends again (especially the ephemeral shaylith, soon to depart for Deutschland, and the ephemeral soddcutter, soon to depart for the east coast).
All those people I messaged are probably reading my journal now, trying to figure out what crazy person was invading their journals (especially the people that got messages posted as comments to their own poetry). I feel so...exposed.
Please don't judge me. >snif