mozzer59

Hello,

Writing is such a slow and deliberate process for me-perhaps that why I love to read so much(just lazy I suppose). When I was younger, I wrote prodigiously and recklously about my life-perhaps because I knew no one would ever read my words, but these days it's quite easy to publicize your secrets isn't it? I'm afraid my shyness will never dissipate no matter
how much I put myself on display for all to see and read.

Anyhoo, my physical shape is worsening; I am losing the battle of the flab("I am NOT fat!", he said defensively). Overeating is such a luxurious and decadent way to die I think. My gf said that I'm developing a bit of belly, but so is she, so it's a wash(don't tell her I said that).

I was thinking about the people in New Orleans today and how I wish God would give them the strength(especially those who are still awaiting their rescue), to hold on and persevere. I used to live three blocks away from the World Trade Center and in the aftermath of that tragedy I remembered how despondent I was at the fact that I couldn't return to my home and find my comfort there. My heart can't withstand any more violence and disasters...

Going home to Portland for the long weekend tomorrow, but I hope you all have a wonderful holiday.