from habit alonemy little darlings... it's been so long... so it's rather late {or early i suppose}. i'm sitting here in the cutest apartment in the world, half-heartedly smoking a cigarette and trying to make myself tired... not working. in the next room is the one i love with all of my heart sleeping quite soundly much to my jealousy. {it's likely he will roll over and wonder where in the world i am and i may very well be interrupted mid-entry with an enquiry of this sort.} morning is going to come all too soon and i will again be at training for my "perfect" job in akron, falling asleep at my computer as per usual. music is slowly fading out of my life despite some minimal attempt to keep it alive. i miss the microphone in my hand and the chills down my spine when an audience is applauding and whistling. i miss recording and practising every single day. but the tenants here are rather old and do not much appreciate arias drifting to their ears from the shower in apartment number 6. but really... i'm finding i'm quite alright and i realise i can pick it up again someday should i so desire. writing? pshaw. what is that? you can see, dear readers, that not only am i completely out of practise, but i also fail to write more than once every few months. i like to think i am too happy to write... but i don't even know if that makes sense. alright well, shane has yet to come stumbling out of the bedroom, so i guess i will save him the trip and go back to bed. i may write more in a few months... and hopefully soon will be a rant about the 70 billion dollar wedding industry. {yes i know that is completely unrelated to the topic at hand, but it is 3:09 a.m. after all.} goodnight. -k | 
