257 Weeks

You could be waiting for a day that won't come
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
Mixed Up As A Bowl Of Fancy Cashews
I really worried myself the other day. For no reason as it seems.

I had a great dinner/enormous chat session with a friend. And was feeling pretty good on Sunday. Then said friend and I talked again and he seemed pretty low. Though it means nothing to all of you, it means something to me. We really did have a ton to talk about, lots of laughs, some serious things, all in all we talk about real things and I feel like I'm still connected to the real world when we have talks like that. So why so low? Whatever it was, it brought me down and freaked me out.

Until earlier tonight that is. Apparently things are fine. And no, the vagueness is not lost on me.

So now I'm scratching my head, sitting here like an idiot looking like Patrick the starfish. Huh?

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