So, there was a Calling. Love and love and, well, love, to
I broke over Vince, of course. I broke over
And then there was stuff. Which was good stuff at the time, I suppose. But given that it was alcohol-induced I'm going to forget about it (snowflake's chance in hell) and if I do remember it it will be as bad stuff.
Mneh.
Oh, I just hate that.
Yesterday brought lunch with
And I've just got back. I'm really not looking forward to this evening.
But then, I wouldn't be looking forward to anything much right now. I'd forgotten what that place does, how it warms you to the point of feeling safe there and then throws you a punch in the stomach. Or more than one, or worse. I hurt all over, like someone beat me up while I was there. My back is agony, twisting up every ten minutes or so.
Oh well.
But it hurts.
Really haven't got time to go back through my Friends page; if you want me to know anything, leave me a comment or something.
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