I just bought an address book. After months of writing addresses down on scraps of paper (and inevitably losing those scraps), I finally found myself a little black book. It actually says "my little black book" on the cover. I have ways of taking care of that. I'm excited about this purchase. I've been writing more and more letters of late and I've been enjoying it more and more. I feel like a "professional" now, as silly as that sounds.
Some of my friends from high school visited me last night. It was wonderful just drinking beer, telling jokes and talking. It's been awhile since I've felt that sense of comfort with a group of people. It was nice to be reminded of that.
I am content. For the time being, I am content.
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