It's quite funny because i think i was half-groggy from headache and flu, lying huddled up under my cheap ikea throw in the room when soo flung herself into the room excitedly and told me that i got a postcard (from j).

and it's quite funny;
J, you don't have to be guilty about forgetting my birthday and/or not getting me a present [really, i mean it.] it's nothing big and it's not like i was really anticipating a smashing super big fantastic birthday or what [like the one held for a 1-year old last saturday at the place where i work. the rich mom booked the whole lower deck to have a birthday for her baby david. exciting.] it was quiet and contemplative, like i kind of wanted it to be. though i would have loved it more if i could have afforded to get a ticket to go somewhere random and spend my birthday alone.

just come back and we can talk more or something.
you can show me the pictures from your trips around in and out of philly,
and oh, before you come back you BETTER GET ME SOME KRISPY KREME. haha.

and i'm sorry i haven't been keeping up writing you postcards lately.
procrastination/work/schoolwork/hall stuff has gotten the better of me.


i promise i will write.
soon.
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like donuts that came late,

could/should there be second chances?
and if there are,


what should you do with them?
[because things have changed already]
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i realised the more busy i get/the more issues i have
the more i like to/tend to overload on things/issues such that i become so busy sometimes i wonder if i can even cope/breathe

i think i was thinking that if i got busy i wouldn't have the spare time to brood or to think unnecessarily about these unimportant things.


yeah, i hope it's working.