A current MSN conversation reminded me of something I forgot to mention here. On Saturday night I discovered I don't know how to ride escalators without Julio any more. I remember how hard it was to learn and now I can't seem to unlearn it. This is funny, but ironic.
I got my first actual rejection letter. I submitted a piece of writing for the school's literary compilation, but it didn't get chosen. I'm disappointed, this is the second one I've received (wait, Guideposts didn't even give me a letter). I'll get over it though.
I'm going to go for now, but will write more when I have it.