Lana feels

I am so completely devoid of inspiration lately. I log onto diaryland to check my buddy list and then I feel bad for not updating. Because that's not very old-school D-lander of me, to log on just to check my newfangled buddy list. And also, because, as we've seen, the temptation of an empty space that I am allowed, invited even, to fill with letters, words, sentences, phrases. I've never been able to resist it. I have a lot to say for someone without anything on her mind, sometimes. I wish Cesca was here because I want to give her a hug. I think she needs hugs. I think we all do.