I miss sleeping with Sascha and Rebecca in New York. That had to be some of the best sleep in years. I miss Sasha's rattley air conditioner and Rebecca's random street people. I miss playing with Francis in the morning, and I miss talking with Ian.
I actually think about moving there far far more frequently than I ever thought I would.
Perhaps I just need sleep.
I think I spelled Sasha's name wrong. It was late. What can I say.
Posted by Matt at September 18, 2003 02:02 AMread more »