In which I get all sentimental, again

For weeks now I've been trying to clean out my room. But I keep getting drawn into reading old cards and letters I've gotten over the years from friends and family. They go a loooong way back, and they sure are funny. One highlight is a birthday card from an early crush, in which he threatens to beat the s*** out of me. Oh, how I analyzed that one, reading between the lines, clutching it to my chest, drowning in the romance of it all.

There are boxes of letters and cards, and I don't know when I'll ever have time to reread them all (er, well, other than now), but I can't bring myself to part with them. Two things are certain: a)my friends, past and present, totally rock my world, and b) if any of them have similar packrat tendencies there is DEFINITELY some incriminating stuff out there.

I wish I hadn't lost touch with so many people, but I'm pretty happy with the posse I still have. One consolation of moving far away from everyone: many more opportunities for mischief by mail!

Tomorrow we'll resume with our usual program of sarcasm and cynicism. Maybe. Gah, what has happened to me? When did I start losing the bitterness and becoming all squidgy and sentimental? It must be the approaching milestone birthday ...