I'm sitting in a parking lot, stealing internet from the nearest open connection. I don't have internet at home, so this is how I maintain my sanity on nights like this.

Nothing of consequence has happened lately, but I felt like writing anyway. Smoke signals, I guess.

This parking lot is strange. It's right off the town square and no one ever comes here except on weekend nights when the bars are packed. There are two bars here, one near the parking lot and another a block away, which I can see from here. Sometimes I see people I know, sometimes I don't. Sometimes I see obviously drunk people get into their cars and drive away. (What's the protocol there? Do I report them, or not? Seriously.) The other night, there were some guys from the city repainting the crosswalk. For some reason I was nervous they were about to tell me to move my car, but I doubt they noticed me. I'm sure fewer people notice me than I think, even though the brightness of my laptop screen should alert them to my presence.

I'm thankful this place I'm currently stealing internet from leaves their connection on all night. It's a good one, too. I haven't done a speed test or anything, but it's certainly faster than several others I've leeched in the past. And it's not like I'm watching or downloading anything illegal, so I doubt anyone would or could notice.

There, I've managed to turn this into a decent-sized entry. I'd love to hear from any readers out there.

Love,
Katy

I got a phone call today from my dead best friend.

It was Kristin's phone number, Kristin's phone, but it wasn't Kristin who left the voicemail.

"Hey Katy, it's Kristin! Just calling to — suppressed laughter — just calling to say I'm actually alive! I totally fooled you!"

And then the horrible impersonator can't control himself, and he starts laughing. I hear a few of his friends laughing in the background, too. They think this is the most hysterical thing in the world.

I was just starting to move forward, too. I thought this kind of thing only happened in movies.

Back to square one. Kristin, I'm so sorry.

Love,
Katy