[x]Odd moments like this are what make us who we are.

Lately my room has been an evershifting labyrinth of swedish furniture, clothes, electronics, and digital media. One day I was looking around my room and just wanted a change. Finally, I got things more or less the way I want them, and took care of some stuff that I had been putting off for months.

When I got back from vegas I just kinda jammed my suitcase and overnight bag into my closet after taking the clothes out. About an hour ago I decided to clean out the closet as well. I went through both bags and threw most of the stuff away (damn packrat gene, thanks mom) and in the bottom of the bag under the board thing they used to stiffen the bag - I found the notes Jessica had written me to read on the plane there and on the way home.

I just stopped and stared at them for a good long minute. I guess I had forgotten about them (outta sight, outta mind) and being a glutton for punishment I read them. It's not like it really hurt or anything. It was just a really odd sensation of being in another place and time. It wasn't really anything important either, it was the "I miss you" "Biscuit" "Can't wait until you get home" stuff that anyone would write in an early relationship. There was no "I love you" or any of that (never really got to that point) - it was trivial. I've WRITTEN that letter before.

Hrm. I guess I don't know what I am trying to say... It was just odd.

Ah well, I tossed it. When I read them originally they meant something, however now they are just ink on a set of cards with a cat on them. It means nothing.

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