sunday, sunday... i love sundays. i usually wait tables in the morning, and it's mega-busy, so when i'm done, about 3pm, i like to do something relaxing... something joyfull. so today, though... one of the girls i work with wanted to pick up my shift, so i let her, and took the whole day off..

seth and i went to wells/ogunquit on the amtrack. my first time on the train out of portland. the day went rather well. there were a few moments of disgrace on both of our parts... and it is interesting, when you see reality, rather than the portrait you were looking for, and living inside of.

reality. whatever that is, i think is somewhere close to that moment, where you just stop and think for one second, and you're like... "oh! this isn't what i had planned at all, is it?" when you see panoramic veiws of yourself and those around you... and you can blot out the others for one moment, and say, "what do i want." "what do they want, and what can i give them"... it's a chain it keeps on going....

tonight, i come home and kevin has emailed me a trio of unnerving emails. a suggestion to read his blog, and i think he's counting on me. and this is what i can do for him. and i wish him soooo much luck. i don't know what he's going to do. i know what i hope he does... but he's not me, so i don't know what he'll do... besides, be fine. i don't know what he'll do.

he's a brave guy. i've had moments like his saturday. he was at a club and all of a sudden everything got too loud, too ugly, too wrong, too far away. he freaked a bit, it sounds. and i've been there. *waves welcome home sign* you've always got a place to go. infact, kevin has his family, and a best friend out there. he does have some more stuff than he thinks he does. don't be sad kev. don't be too sad anyone.

*hugs the world.*