i tried to just scan it, but my scanner isn't big enough and i'm not good enough (nor do i have the time) to scan it in pieces and put it all together. anyway, here it is. i wrote this the other day around the edges of the cover of the february 22, 2007 usa today, which taylor's dad kindly mailed to her, so that i would have a copy.
it's been snowing for 2 days straight, the temperature has been in the low 30s-high 20s. i just finished forcing people to take notice of me in a brilliant performance, a girl (that is not my girlfriend) just told me how much she wants me, and i just struck the wrong chord with the girl that i do call my girlfriend. i might go to alaska and i'm in another (seemingly very good) play. i might, at this point, fall completely apart. none of this actually matters at all, i could succeed or not. all the while, though, post-katrina (post-k) baton rouge is struggling with its identity.
