i had lunch with some of my intern friends last saturday. they were talking about their work site stories---funny yet stern bosses, office booboos, co-worker strains and excitements. i just kept quiet. i sat there contemplating about half the life i was supposed to live. what happened to me? oh, myself happened to me. tough luck, markie!

i was watching a concert on tv a few hours back. i kept on planning how being in that concert with my somebody would go---how we'd snuggle up upon hearing our song being sung, how i'd hear sighs from my significant other, where we'd eat after that... how we'd live in those moments. these are all plans. i'm missing the most important element of the equation.

maybe the flick i watched was right? love is just our grown-up version of santa claus? i hope not.