It's 4:15 in the morning as I write this. Standing outside to see if any hint of sunrise was coming, I was taken in by how still the entire city was. I remember so many times hurredly rushing home at this hour, a kiss still on my lips and excitement just charging through what I assume were teenage viens. Not that the magic is gone - I just don't have a cerfew anymore.

So now things are at rest, except for me. I don't mind staying up, though. My only obligation tomorrow is seeing 28 DAYS LATER. ROCK.

I'm signed up and it's official: I'm going to Rome in October. I'm sad and excited for obvious reasons.

rawr, I miss you.

Jared