I regret not keeping up with some people who changed my life back at Macalester. I regret that one relationship took over so much of my senior year. Some of this changed over the past summer, and I am incredibly, incredibly grateful for that. But I have, to my own chagrin, regenerated my old online diaries from 2003-2005 and I am sitting here, in the home office, cozy, pondering. Wondering if they are thinking about me in the same way.