You crack me up. Glad to read you again.

I remember living in a university dorm. Sometimes I even miss it. And then most times, really no.

I'm constantly writing story dialogue down on scraps of paper and napkins and post-its, most of which I am unable to read later. I try to get it into a Word document as quickly as I can, because I swear if I wait more then a day or two, it's wholly possible that I'm not going to know what the hell I was talking about.