I dreamt last night of breasts-big ones and small ones, but not my own. It was an odd dream.

I am a page and half into my paper and can't quite seem to stay on task, I probably would be further along but I somehow managed to earse the first page.

I spent time last night of the phone. Hours of conversation and smiles. It's strange to me how these things happen. Surreal in some ways. Distance doesn't seem so far at times;although, I can see the miles and miles of phone lines that run across the 1000 or so miles, they almost seem to disappear in ways I cannot quite explain. It is comforting to hold such conversations with like minded individuals and laugh again. We have made plans to meet soon and it is nice to know that this is something that will happen and to have something to look forward to. I fell asleep and in some odd ways didn't feel so alone. My body relax and there was not such an urgent need to comfort myself with stuffed bears and blankets wrapped tight.

I would say more, but dear reader, I know you may be reading these scattered thoughts of mine so I will hold back, and possibly everything I would say you may already know.

I will say that this morning I did wake up smiling. I can't remember the last time I did that but I am sure it was too long ago.