Ella.

Dear Fleur.
Lala moves on Friday.
I've been thinking about Daniel. From the Bible.
I'm writing a story with a jar of hearts. It is sad.
Boston.
I can't find one of Fran's red shoes. It annoys me.
I dreamed I named a little boy "Atlas Hosea."
Drawing.
Loving this woman.
I'm wearing my green sweater from Christmas.
Wanting to find a copy of The Bell Jar.
My hair is limp today.
I'll be broke again my tomorrow.
I think I'll go practice French now.
Love Ella.(I accidentally called myself Ella in half my emails last night. I was tired.)