Thoughts that I don't feel like connecting at all:

I envy my fellow bloggers' ability to articulate their emotions. 

It is impossible to go to New York City and spend less than $100.

My friend Anna (who is from Virginia) has a friend at Wesleyan whose roommate went to high school with my cousin. The world is miniscule. 

I am not a good driver. Did you know that when you merge onto the Mass Pike from I-84, if you go the wrong direction, there isn't a goddamn exit for 10 miles? 

Oh, and Kelsey told me I sang on key today! Believe it.

Right now I'm sitting in the living room, and I'm just listening to my house. The dryer is whirring softly. The furnace is making its dull breathing noise. The logs in the wood stove behind me occasionally shift. And I know how the stairs will creak as I walk up them, lightfooted as I will try to be, and how the bathroom faucet will take at least 20 seconds to get warm. 

The overwhelmingly familiarity of all this is so comforting.