Thursday, June 02, 2005

I am on the train back from New York. It is pretty late. I went up for a party for work last night and stayed for a party tonight with really good friends I met 25 years ago this summer. One of those friends is Steven. You remember Steven from Minnesota. He now lives in New York.

I was just thinking about how great my life is. Right after I started thinking that I thought about you. That happens every time I think about "how great life is." That is fine by me.

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