Thank you for lunch, it was wonderful. Don't feel bad for bitching, that's what friends are for. Isn't it strange that she broke his ornament, yet when I knocked yours, it remained in on piece? Might we find in this a metaphor of romance? I only wish I could pause time so that I could live wholey in these fantastic stories I'm writing, and then return to this realm, not having missed a thing. I wish we had more moments of waking up together. Maybe next time I won't be shoving you awake at three am. The 101 looks different at midnight and this city looks strange at dawn. Can you believe it's only two more days till freedom? Hah, what we do for two measley weeks...let's make them long, shall we? I'm determined to hit the slopes, you know. And if that fails, we'll hit the ropes; it's been a while since I've climbed and I miss the feeling of success. Which vaguely reminds me, I've got an itch to return to an Old World, or maybe trace through the New Ones--it's strange to be writing two novels in completely different milleniums. Sorry for the confusion, some days are like that though. Tomorrow is a short break--a commercial to the program--in which time I'll cram until physics equations are oozing out my earlobes. If you have any more problems, the line is open, just sign on the space provided. __________________ Carrie