dear front porch,

i'm sorry it's been so long since we've spoken - you know how i can be at keeping in touch. i know that isn't an excuse, but life's been pretty crazy lately. i have two essays due tomorrow and i have to read two shakespeare plays by tomorrow too.

there's a lot of personal stuff going on right now, too, that i can't really talk about with you; you understand - anyway, there's so much going on if i was to list it all it would sound more like an after-school special than someone's life, and i don't want to bore you with the melodrama. suffice it to say that i'm surviving, am learning some new tricks, and can now cook a passable lasagne. i say passable because i can never quite figure out the top layer...sigh.

i also have a blister on my foot that i have dubbed the great hole to china, since that seems to be its ambition. i am having fun treating it with the hydrogen peroxide donated for the cause by my loving boyfriend - who knew that peroxide + blister = white foamy fun? i sure didn't.

i'm trying my damndest, porchie, at being a good person and a mediocre adult. i sure wish, sometimes, that they would have handed out an instruction manual for life's bigger questions. i'll get through this next week though, and then i'll be back, brimming with philosophical questions and more chutzpah than you can shake a stick at.