::: Rest :::

An old acquintance of mine, Guitarcrab, tweeted me. He mentioned that the Twitter was still weird for him, and seemed quite stupid, like everthing that was fashionable on the net. I found passion inside me for American Football and while I was watching yesterday's match Shimmy Gin tweeted me the basics of the game. I started following the Girls of the Playboy Mansion, the original ones: Holly, Bridget (my favorite) and Kendra. I do these little things and read about my friends, read about Dragonfly falling in love again so fast and so strong she worries me because I don't want her lovely, golden heart broken again by someone who can't realize he should be so grateful for the attention such a magnificent, loving, caring woman is bestowing upon him. Follow snipets about Supernatural, a series I love, and a 5th season I'm waiting like crazy.

But Roo called me today and we talked for over an hour and I realized not only how far I am from her, but also that I haven't rested. What do I do to rest? Watch a movie? No, I actually read. Read books. That soothes be and make me feel better. That's how I actually rest.