  a note. however i should be asleep and put this thing away. or er-, turn it off. the reason why i write. the woman who first put a pencil in my hand during a particularly difficult time. i looked and i found her PO Box address. and i wrote her a letter. it's so important to me that she know how much her influence on me impacted my course.
it's all stamped and sealed. if i wasn't about to fall out of my chair in exhaustion, i'd go on outside and pop it in the box. but alas, i have an uncomfortable day ahead of me. nothing like having your sexual identity held up to the light by a crowd of hetero women at the pinnacle of their pride. another convert = another celebration. 
