Back in New Brunswick. Back in the 9 to 5. Back for good (want you back).

Driving down the parkway, listening to Britney (which I bought at Tower without any embarassment, and slight annoyance because I didn't have enough cash to buy Elliot Smith's new CD as well), stopping in South Orange, getting nothing, unpacking my entire life, watching a dead TV show, thinking about the carnage of My So-Called Life, and, last but not least, dreaming of you.

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