November 1st, 2005
|05:02 am - Just when you start to see light, the wall of the hole you're in collapses|
T: In the years we dated, you destroyed any sort of self-worth that I had.
T: Just know that you did.
Yes, the time-stamp is right. It's just after five AM, and I'm in my office.
Sleep, well. . . It wasn't much of an option.
I'm headed back toward home around 6AM to vote. Then coming straight back here. Maybe, just maybe I'll stop and get some breakfast on the way.
Edit: Yeah. No voting today. Apparently, the concept of "First Tuesday in November" is null and void if the "first Tues." is the first of November, too. Two firsts don't make a voting day.
Personally, I think it's a Communist plot.
Current Mood: indescribable
Current Music: "Changes in Latitudes, Changes in Attitudes", -JB
I'd like to say I'll always be here when you need me, but things have been really tough lately for me, too. Anyhoo, I still mean what I said about the shoulder redistribution thing... and the blueberry pancakes. (Methinks I foresee a trip to BE in your future... I'd offer to take you out, but it'd have to wait until Xmas bonus time, at this rate.)
I know. I know who my friends are :)
Toughness goes around, comes around, and keeps seeming harder. Not much to be done about it, but be tough in return.
At the moment, work is partially saving me, so keeping it is better for my health :) But thank you for the offer.
Maybe the Grove needs to go to BE again. . .
|Date:||November 1st, 2005 08:25 pm (UTC)|| |
Always, yes to Bob Evans. Always.