Sunday, December 18, 2005

 

morning

I would appear that the boy was out until 7 a.m. last night. That is the kind of thing I could tear my brain into pieces trying to wrap my head around. I both want to and dread knowing where he was and who he was with.

I spent the day distracting myself with football, which worked surprsingly well, but now the games are over, and I need to try to get right in general. Wish me luck with that.

My friends have just about all gone home, or gone away, at least, so it really is up to me not to let myself get carried away. I'm not that good at that.

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