(this is annie)

I feel like the rollercoaster inside me keeps climbing, up up up, and
there's a drop to come sometime, but there's no reason to think of that
now: I'm giddy, so happy, because I just heard from Derek and he's
still in Chicago. I have this perfect memory of driving to a farmers'
market in Derek's Comet. We entered the parking lot with a wide, smooth
left curve, and we picked out cider and pumpkins. I remember the way the
air felt, the pull of the engine, my hair feeling hot under the sun. See?
Perfect. I'm staying up beyond the fall.

Tonight the computer guy is coming to fix my computer. About damn time, I
say. Computer Guy kept complaining about the parking situation in my
neighborhood, which is not really my problem. I mean, hello, I'm paying
you fitty bucks an hour to fix this. It's not my job to find parking for
you, too. And this means that, as long as my files are in good shape, I
can finish the redesign.