Fri 20 Mar 1998 12:32
[rebecca1.wri]

Hey Rebecca,

I'm sitting here listening to country love songs-- they really make me think of you. It is nice to do.

I watched a cat and mouse move a while ago, and that was an o.k. way to pass the time. It is nice to have my earphones.

I am pretty excited to see you again, to see you for real! that is so different....

It is nice to have my laptop here, because it is like home. I do like working on this computer... I suppose I wish I had some programming work I could do... wish I could work on web pages or something.. I could have done data analysis if I downloaded my data, but I haven't done that yet.

There was a mute guy at the airport. It was close catching my plane. Randall was asleep when I left. I wonder what he's up to now. I love having you to write.

While I was waiting for my bus on the ave a really smart homeless woman came by... she really was pretty amazing. She is gaunt, and has a a gaunt look, I mean, she would be a really distinctively upper-class, beautiful looking woman, but she was gaunt, and her face was a little skeleton like. And she walked with an orthopedic type cane, she didn't really use it though, I think, just carried it, with a box of papers- the top paper was filled completely with scribblings organized with circles drawn around them. She sort of shuffled too. She didn't seem that old, but I guess she was not physically, at least walking wise in such good condition.  She was just getting out of the public toilet when the truck that services it came..

I was sitting there on the sidewalk, and she stopped to talk with me for a good while... a really one-way conversation, I guess I had a sort of fear, not really of her, or of what she was saying, but of the whole experience of sitting there at 4:50 am on the ave in the bright street lights, with the streets deserted mostly- like a country town road might be deserted, though during the mid-afternoon.

You know, I can't write well anymore- I pretty much have to type.... I bet I could write letters pretty well though, because that is a special kind of writing....

I think I really will make some of my money as a computer person... I wonder how I'm going to do with finding work... I'm pretty excited to see what happens.

I love you!

I guess I'm about out of things to say...

I wonder what I'll do now.

I love you,
love,
Colin

now it's a bit later, not much at all really---

the guys on tv are all wearing ties... I think that is too bad.

well- goodbye/

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