An interesting memory hit me in the face tonight… I was sitting around minding my own business when I happened to think of the first time I said the words “I love you” to J—, way back in 1995. Her response to me then? She said “I’m sorry…” in a tone filled with pity and sorrow. If only I had quit then… Oh well. I didn’t.
Not much going on lately. I’ve been working a lot, and the semester is going to end soon, so I’m trying to just sort of zone out and become productive for a three week stretch, after which I can collapse and maybe even die of exhaustion and lethargy, if I’m lucky. One thing did go on: David, a guy I consider to be a very, very good friend stopped in to visit along with Josh, another old friend. It was definitely all right. David, stop in again soon. Josh… I don’t have your phone number. What is it? Duh… Here I sit writing this on the Web. I’ll write you an e-mail.