Heard from K- for the first time in about two months. She loves me. She misses me. She's going back to rehab so she can clean up and we can be friends. To my reading public: I have heard this story as many times as I have heard Bush loosely link 9-11 and Saddam together. I don't know if I ever will believe it, but I hope that she makes it. I have a feeling that I will be disowned if I end up hanging around her again. I take it day to day.
Work blows. The pressure is on, the pay is down. I dread going in. I'm watching the minutes of my weekend tick away with a sinking feeling in my stomach.
Been yacking with a woman in New Jersey over the 'net whom I absolutely adore. Her politics damn near match mine point for point, she's a passionate, fiery redhead and seems to have a heart of gold, although she's a bit high-strung. (I like that) I also realize that in the real world, we would never be friends. The differences in our social/economic standings are too great. She's a rich lawyer with three kids, I'm just a bum. But it makes me feel good that she takes the time to talk with me. Hope that she doesn't think I'm just some lonely dork. I should give it a break though, I'm sure that she has better things to do.
My 17 yr old sick kitty EC is hangin' in there. I take that day to day too. Baby is on my lap as I type.
Parents are fine. All in all it was a good, restful weekend, even if the Bucs suffered another heartbreaking loss and FOX turned over just in time for me to witness it. Thanks guys.