14 December 2003 13:10	blanketed
past perfect | future perfect then | now peek | scrawl compose | notes booklog stuff to ponder	snow and snow and more snow, and i want to stay inside and make things clean and humming. i will cook and read and take a bath. i will drink alarming amounts of hot tea and snuggle with the dingo. i am vulnerable and content. i am coming to terms with my untogetherness and making friendly gestures toward the big dark fears. can i turn it around? i don't know. do i need to? love, might