I feel like typing until my fingers are broken but I have nothing to say except that I wish I had something to say. The conundrum of the writer writing about having terrible writer's block; maybe this will blossom into something unknown and beautiful.
Nah. Maybe not.



I would like to stay in bed and watch movies and do nothing and eat pizza with you because you are one of the few people I can be content doing nothing with. There is no pressure to entertain. Besides, you know more about movies and directors than anyone I know. And we witnessed that light in my room that day. Wish you were here for spring break, but this means you will be around for the summer, yeah? See you when you get home. I have Funny Games now, just so you know.