Friends
I went out with The Eleventh President the other night. She helped me feel better about things. Thanks.
I got an email of encouragement from TJIC. Thanks.
These things mean a lot. Thank you.
You know, right after we broke up, the dread-factor in my life decreased dramatically. I wasn’t expecting that. I mean, there shouldn’t be a direct link between a universal dread of waking, working, and living and not getting to see a girlfriend as often as wanted. I’m surprised I didn’t see this strong correlation before.