Hey, traveller. You're up awfully late.

Today is my other birthday. I have two, and this is the second. White took me out for coffee and juice, and I feel, just, really really happy. Just in general. We talked for a long time, White and I. She doesn't know if she'd be comfortable being a professional artist. I don't know if I'd be comfortable living in a dormitory.

We kept saying dumb shit, like, "I am egg salad." I love White.

I wrote my first *nsync story today, and I posted it, after a half-hour pep talk from 'rith-- and Dacey responded almost immediately. Dacey. She's soooo nice. Nice to me. She gives the best feedback ever. Like, I liked _this_ line, and this is why. woo. She has contributed to my blissful contentment this evening. Morning.

--yeah, definitely morning.

yeah. Late. Time for bed.

I'm going to feedback Dacey's feedback tomorrow when I get up. And I can tell her, it's my birthday!!

My other birthday.

Love, y'all.

Alestar
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