I am currently on a quest to rescue all the old comments to old posts on my old blog.

At this moment, I'm right where I want to be.

It finally occurred to me (or I just remembered) who I'm writing this for. Me.

So I finished reading through most of the e-mail I sent to N when we broke up. It's kind of funny to be reading just half the conversation and yet still getting the full emotional impact without knowing what the response was.

On R's advice (as you can see, I am very suggestible), I headed up to the Central Coast and am hanging around Cambria and vicinity (which includes such places as Cayucos, San Simeon, Morro Bay, San Luis Obispo, Atascadero, Templeton, and Paso Robles, among others.) Mostly, I just want to stare at the sea. (There is clearly something very wrong with me.)

Caveat: Zippers really chafe.

I haven't written in here since I finished finals. My neck hurts from shaving. I'm sitting in Tugdan, Alcantara, Romblon waiting for a plane. Oh. It just arrived so I should probably start getting ready to go.