magicbeans. nothing if not awkward.

spent a fair amount of the past two days typing up the many, many pages of entries that i had been writing by hand since i got to italy. type type type.

called my dad this afternoon and we talked for about half an hour. about what i've seen and done, what he's up to, how much i miss stef.

called and left a message on her voicemail. i was pretty sure that she was at work and wouldn't be answering her phone, but i wanted to feel like i was sort of talking to her anyway.