then there were the four to my brother.

and the odd one out.

i would have things to say here, but there's no need, when there is letter writing.

the move went fine, i have my bed back, my computer works (but is not yet hooked up to the internet), i still don't have work and stuart likes to sleep inside the boxspring of jason's bed.

how does he fit up there? i have no idea.

the lighting in the apt is very low and soft, all the time. i haven't bothered hooking up my own lamps because the ceiling lights are just so nice.

we could hold a football game in our kitchen, and having a washing machine in the apt is a kind of luxury that must be experienced to be believed.

i saw juno on friday night and i am not ashamed to say that mixed with the sweat from dancing there were a few tears too. i haven't ever cried at a show, not like that.

there was a boy in the front row who danced like it was the most joyous thing that has ever happened, with handclaps and everything.

when he really got into it he got that same lip-biting tension look on his face that he would have if he were beating off and was really close to orgasm.

when he opened his eyes i smiled at him because i understand.

in the mornings, jason makes me coffee and wakes me with a soft sing-song voice. we sit at the table together in the soft artificial light, it could be any time of day.

i make a piece of toast with strawberry jam and jason has a bowl of raisin bran with dried pineapple chunks. jason has his coffee with light soy milk and i have mine black.

jason goes to the gym and i hop on the exerbike.

we have a nice life. he does the dishes and i pet the cats. he organizes his cds and mine are stacked against my wall in four towers as tall as i am.

he applauds me for getting even the least bit of cleaning done in my room and i hug him and scratch his head at every opportunity.

when we are cold we go to the pho shop for pho tai with unreal amounts of sriracha and hoison sauce.

i eat basil leaves plain and he squeezes three limes worth of slices.

and even when he's grumpy he smiles.

i am so lucky.

the end.