Thursday! Things are going, and things are definitely not too late. Nothing is ever too late when you don’t sleep! No relaxing here, just the typical day, it’s been the 3rd day in a row of trying to get the dog to run with me, she’s not having it. It’s been so many years since track and any running in general, its good except for the horrible shin splints – just going to push through those I guess!

It sounds like shopping was a great success, but who needs 6 tank tops all at once? I’m not sure I’ll ever understand the drive to have lots of clothes (I say, while owning far too many articles of clothes to be health). I would say, the outfits you chose look wonderful, it’s been a while at this point. I have this image in my head of you sitting in vivid green grass, khaki capris and maybe a salmon top(?) probably making one of those faces that says ‘don’t take my picture!’ So, I’ll say it was a success. It could have been a grand adventure though, the hunt for so many tank tops, living as if 6 was some inconsolable number, hunting store to store with great fervor looking for the lost and forgotten colors, and not resting till the soul of Roy G. Biv can be laid to rest by finding all the colors. I wish we could talk too, though I’ve burnt that bridge pretty hard so probably not possible anymore. I’m not asleep, but again, can’t talk later tonight for the obvious reasons. Are you being clingy? Yes! But I guess not enough? I don’t think more clinging at the time would have helped; I needed more time. I needed to make some mistakes, and learn some lessons. You didn’t deserve that version of me. I never cheated on you though either, so at minimum I hope that can be afforded to me. I was lost. I feel lost now though too. Are you and K. still friends today I wonder? Your old friend M. added me as a friend on the sosh meeds a few months back, that was weird. I want to ask them what compelled them to add me as a friend, when you were probably the only reason we ever really conversed in the first place. We’ve never hung out or had a solo conversation to my memory. So that was odd. Maybe you’re still excellent friends with both of them. I don’t really talk talk to anyone from H.S. anymore, at least not in any regular capacity. Occasionally S. will hold one of their party/get togethers, we’ll all meet up and have a pleasant time, but that’s where it ends. We all go back to our own little lives, in our own little bubbles till some force brings us together again. It could just be that they all keep in touch… I was going somewhere with this… Friends. I remember, but I think I’m going to save it for another day, keep building the anticipation. Keep on formulating those ideas! I’m unsure what it means to love one like they love waltzing, but I’ll take it in high regard though. I wouldn’t personally lay my life down for a dance, nor persevere for years on end in the act with blistered feet and calloused soles. Hahaha! D.M.