Of course I can’t help but read through my “past posts on this day” sometimes. As I was skimming November and December of 2000, I caught myself getting sort of gripped by my and Andreas’ story … these two crazy kids in their mid-20s, and WHO KNOWS if they’ll make it?! It never seemed especially tenuous, but looking back I wonder if it was more delicate than I knew. When I re-read about all the times we moved without the other one, all the risks we took — even when I know how the story turned out (at least so far) it still makes me all nervous for the youngins we used to be. How weird is that: fretting over my own history, as if I don’t know what happened next. Odd.

Also, I’ve found posts in the archives that I’ve been like HOLY FUCK WHAT’S THAT DOING THERE?! and immediately deleted. Whups. I thought I sanitized the early archives years ago, but I guess I missed a few posts.