07/20/2013

I went out for dinner the other night with some ladies, just for "burritos".  They were asking when M leaves, and then were all surprised when I said 2 August, even though I’d been telling them for the last 5 weeks that it would be the first week of August.  Anyway, then it turned into, "Will you be okay?" – of course I won’t.  "It will be hard, won’t it?" – of course it fucking will.  I don’t know, I just didn’t want to talk about it at all.  They only ask out of concern and because they know it will be hard on me, but right now my coping mechanism is to not talk about it.  
Not much doing today.  It’s 2pm already and we have only just had "breakfast".  Banana pancakes and bacon.  We’re going to go and buy some stuff, I need a suitcase and M needs some travel toiletries and stuff.