baggage's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Updike Is No Substitute When I find myself heading for a bed other than my own, I bring along a few things to help ease the homesickness. Tonight, I have Updike's Licks of Love, an oversized Mozart T-shirt, my favorite sweats, and a powerbook for those late night words that demand to be exorcised like demons before my mind allows me to fall asleep. I hope it's enough. Because, even though girl-unit and I are currently damp from a stormy weekend, I still miss her terribly. I miss the warmth of her back, the smell of her neck. I hope she misses me too. 10:38 p.m. - 2001-03-27 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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