Filler.

Sarah and I just talked on the phone for an hour.

Told her my new thoughts, she said they were good epiphanies to have.

Last night I went to a co-worker’s apartment (I was invited out of nowhere, Can You Believe it?) and drank a couple (2) of Daiquiri’s, with banana and orange juice, I guess, and read comic books (the ones with good endings) and I can’t say I’m fully writing this because I’m partly writing because I think the co-worker will read this, so I’m throwing in some parenthesis with things that might make that co-worker smile.

To add to that, I’ve learned I’m pretty good with impersonations.

I don’t know if it was this, but after that, well I don’t know if I wrote about it here, I had a breakdown yesterday afternoon where I was angry because I don’t have any emotionally connected friends right now and I was forced to cry to my mother, and I can do that very easily, it works, but why her? Why can’t I cry to, you know.

Sarah said the one good thing about me being with Jenn is I wasn’t lonely.

It’s cool when you start a conversation with no set plans, where you feel like it might peter out in a few minutes, and then an hour later you’ve really only been talking for 30. Relativity-wise.