Today I phoned a friend I had never talked to on the phone before. It was fantastic. I got to talk about all my most important things. I felt so listened to and loved. If you’re reading, N–thank you for a beautiful phonecall.
Otherwise, not much is going on at Chez Erik et Laura-Marie. Erik’s sick with the cold I had.
Oh, I went to the post office and I sent a really important package. And just now I wrote an essay for an alphabet zine–my essay is called Post Office. My letter is p.
