I am sitting in my parlor in almost pitch darkness, the only light is coming from my laptop perched rather precariously on my knee. I’ve been here for a little while, putting together a photobook from Photoworks for my Aunt. I hope she likes it.

Audra called me the other day to tell me not to bother with Virginia Beach. She said it’s just a shore town, no different than Rehoboth or Wildwood. Rob and I still haven’t made any decision on where to go. I guess it’s been narrowed by one.

My birthday is coming up in a few short days. I’ll be 23 (+10). I’m fine with it, I really am. Age is one thing no one can escape. I am thinking about throwing myself a little party. And then I think, maybe not. I don’t know.