Last night, in cleaning my room, I pulled out my old journal and read some selections to my roommate/subletter. Unfortunately, the selections leaned to the mournful and frustrated realm of things. At a certain point she said that perhaps we shouldn't be reading them. Ha!

What is that feeling when you feel your heart smile? It's a form of love. It's not quite a pain. It feels like your heart has a big grin on it. You can just think of someone, and that happens.

My hands are dry and coconut milk is good.