for the record, i started my new job docketing downtown at the lawfirm used to work at during the summers on the 20th.

many other things have happened as well.

i don't mean this to sound as depressing as it's going to. with that said...

how many years until i look back at THIS time in my life and feel like it was just a dream, and think to myself "i can't believe that happened"?

one thing i really miss about my old house is the sound of the cicadas chirping at night. my house was quiet enough that i could fall asleep to the fairly constant pattern of the chirping, knowing it was summer and warm and lovely outside and i was in my safe, comfy childhood bed.

i wish my mom would sing me the song again, the one i actually used to be scared of as a child but love still to this day...

"goodnight my love, the sun and the moon are upon you. sleep tight my love, the stars are willing to guide you." the last few words are wrong, i know. maybe i will ask my mom how it goes when i see her tomorrow. she also used to sing me the "little boxes on a hillside" song, which oddly enough is the theme song for the show weeds. but man, i miss her singing those songs to me before i went to bed.

i can hear the cicadas tonight.

longest. day. ever.

doc apt at 9 am in south philly, woke up at 7:45, got there 9:30, got to work 12:20 (instead of 11), stayed til 9:45 (guitar hero post-work), went to jill's (friend from work) & lancers (diner) with her and matt (guy from work) & jill's friends. just got home. exhausteddddddddddddddddddddddd.

INCUBUS 8.6.07 and MUSE 8.10.07 !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!