Remember when I told you about that guy in Edinburgh who told me, "In life, when in doubt, just keep moving forward"? You'll get where you need to go as long as you don't stop moving, no matter how slowly you go.

And I'll keep pushing ya along. But you can't fool me. I know you're strong.

Thank you for the forgiveness. I know you didn't mean to attack me, and I'm really sorry I took it that way. I'm glad you see how that perception altered my actions, though, and I know now that you weren't just trying to make me feel guilty. You were doing what needed to happen to move on, and I hope you know that I respect that.

Thanks so much for the post. The blogs are handy for giving each other space while still clearing up important issues. I feel a lot better after that, and I hope you do, too.

Anyway, I hope you have the most fun possible at Warped on Monday, and I hope you have as much fun as one can have on a business trip starting Tuesday. Don't forget to take pictures, and the 4th will be here before ya know it.

And as for the sorry at the end of your post? Forget about it :)

PS: don't forget to pop Riven into your compy sometime :D

One time, in Tokyo, I woke up way before Adam did. About 5am, I'd guess. Thanks a lot, jetlag.

I rolled over in my bed to take a look out the window. I opened my eyes, and all I saw was the painful burst of white; the dull ache inside your eyeballs. So I squinted tight and waited for my eyes to agree with the morning, and dragged myself out of bed.

By the time I cracked the window open, my eyes had accustomed themselves to the light and I could see the morning laying upon Tokyo. The sun cut a knife through the Tokyo's sleep. An alarm bell on a dreaming city. And I'll never forget the smell as long as I live. It was the smell of unrestrained industry like blooming flowers, and buzzing energy like freshly-uncorked champagne.

You always make fun of me for oversleeping. This morning, I got up at about 6am. No idea why. I just got up bright and early. I opened my window up, and the morning lay lightly on the canyons. The birds chirped merrily enough, and the canyons smelled of fresh beginnings like dew on the grass.

What I like about the mornings is it's lack of apology. It sweeps over you and restarts you without asking you to save your work. It's time for a new day when the sun says it is, and that's final. All you can do is let your eyes adjust and smell the morning's story. The air's crisp and all I can smell is a bright, new world.

Hey, don't forget: we're gonna show 'em that the world isn't so serious.

As you're staring into your laptop reading this, you can feel a pair of warm, familiar arms wrap around your waist and draw you close. You look over and you see me smiling, and you can see somewhere in my face that I know exactly what's wrong. I lean in and give you a light kiss on the cheek, and you can feel all the anxiety slipping away from you like running water, like you couldn't hold onto it all if you wanted to, because you know you're loved and you know you always will be.

I'm glad I took today off. because i'm too hurt to function.