i feel a need to write. which occurs often.

but i don't know exactly what to say. which also occurs often...

boston was good in general. i'm back in california, and it's home now -- for sure. but sometimes, i feel like i'm still searching for a place.. vegas-the-puppy is snoring on the carpet right now, but in a few minutes, i'm sure he'll up and bounding around, looking for some fun. i'm tempted to take him on a walk -- i could use some fresh air to clear my mind -- but it's dark outside, and my neighborhood probably isn't the safest ever. and vegas is friendly, not quite fierce.

at the very beginning of the year, i said -- "hello 2007, what will you bring?" it was an innocent question, one that suggests that i look forward to the future and calmly take each day at a time (which i still think i do), but it was also a question that i don't think i was entirely prepared to face. each day, every month brings something new, something different. maybe i was too comfortable with the past and the present.


the red sox just beat the yankees at fenway park, 7-6, and swept all three games in their series this past weekend. i know the new players' names now, and i almost know their positions too. my favorite team is leading the AL east right now, and the pinstripes are waddling around in the middle... johnny damon still doesn't have any facial hair, and for some reason, that makes me really sad. but beantown is exiting fenway at near-midnight right now, happy. which makes me happy too. baseball makes me cry.