I Can See The Candle Dripping

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My cat is keeping my right leg warm, and his gentle breathing is hypnotizing me. I breath in sync with the simple taps of the keys on my laptop, earphones in and the TV muffling in the background.

Tonight a new friend and I went to get Indian food, which is by far my most favorite food (I lied ... maybe it's Greek food, now that I think about it), and a food that I haven't had in a very, very long time. I used to roll with crowds that loved Indian food, and now my friends are I are all about the rotating sushi bar. Luckily, Sarah and I could wolf down some naan and samosas and other perfect morsels of overseas temptations. It was golden. She's interesting to talk to, but so is anyone that's their own person. Do more than meet new people - analyze them. Internalize their reactions and react to those reactions. And go on more dinner hang-outs.

While we are on the topics of dinner parties, Jac, Sara, Katherine and I gathered our parents (and London along for the ride) for a jolly night of Guitar Hero, dips and margaritas. It was great to see my main Baltimore meeting my parents; it was really important to me, and I was thrilled to see that everyone had such a good time. Pictures soon.

Do you ever laugh because you're happy? Or laugh because you didn't think you'd get to that point of pure bliss, a kind that wasn't forced on by some sweet nectar or fine substance or pre-determined anticipation. That's what I've sought out, and that's what I rarely find, but when I do, I wish I could hold onto it until my knuckles are bloody and tired. And even then, it's never enough.

I wish it was raining. That's all I'm thinking right now.