this morning i finished reading the excerpt of anderson cooper's book in vanity fair from a couple of months ago. i cried.
i missed teena while we emailed back and forth at work today. i didn't cry but kind of wanted to. apparently, she read my blog after i left work though and cried.
maybe its the fact that the anniversary of katrina is in 25 days. maybe its that over a year ago shawn & i started to discuss the idea of eventually moving to new orleans. maybe its just that i miss teena and phil. i don't know, but i'd kill for a beignet.