missing the singing

you know, guys, I had a serious bout of missing manitou last night. I mean, serious. like, I wanted to get up off my mattress, and pass the bathroom with the big ole tub inside and walk down my steps to the mate, and in my dream it was summer. it was warm. and I could sit outside on the porch swing and read harry potter and eat cherries until I absolutely hated them. one day in my life, when we are all wealthy and have less noteriety than we should, I will buy a house in manitou.

and I will still be interested in draco.