Hey, Megs,
So, I went for my usual lunchtime walk today. I went on a path that I hadn't been on in a while--mostly because it's been freaking hot and I needed a path that would keep me in the shade for the summer. Today, however, was a gorgeous day. I spent my walk in the sunshine and, but for the death march that I had to make through the hospital smoking corps (they've outlawed smoking at the medical center, so all the smokers hang out on 21st Avenue), it was quite a delight. And then, right toward the end, I was walking through campus when I looked up and saw a guy who I would have sworn in that instant was Eric Byassee, my mad high school crush. Of course, it wasn't Eric Byassee, why would it be? The guy was probably a sophomore and Eric doesn't look like that anymore (at least according to his facebook picture). But I still had the same reaction that I had every time I saw Eric in high school: a total punch to the gut.
Why is that?
Hope all is well. I miss you, mostly because when I told you stories like this in person I didn't feel as silly as I do typing them . . .
Oh, by the way, I have decided I will not be watching the VP debate tonight. The only thing it could do is make me more angry at Palin. Instead, I will be drinking a beer and watching baseball. God Bless America!
love, molly
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