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Posted on February 6th, 2009 at 12:55am

“Four cold walls, against my will. At least I know she’s lying still.”

Truth is, I’m pretty much forcing myself to make an entry tonight in the hopes of getting back into the habit of it all. I don’t want to go another week between posts. The few other blogs of my friends’ that I read have all seen a surge of action lately. Big juicy personal posts. I wish I had the guts to do that anymore.

Today wasn’t any better a day than yesterday. I had to wake up an hour earlier than I usually do in order to get my car down to the mechanic before the opening morning rush of walk-ins. New wiring, new battery, and $420 later, my car is back to working like normal… y’know, like it did a month ago.

Work was busy and stressful per usual. This week has been murder. Tomorrow should go easier on me, but Monday will be another busy day. I am taking Tuesday off, so I’ll very likely be staying late on Monday to get all my shit done in time.

Tuesday is Jasmine’s birthday. 29 in 2009. Good lord, I’ve known her since she was 21. That’s crazy. Is that right? Can’t be.

Anyway, it’s her birthday on Tuesday and there will be a small Disneyland trip with her and Michelle from Legoland. It’s been maybe 5 years since I last saw Michelle, so that’ll be interesting. Once upon a time, we were a foursome that went to Disneyland every other week. It’s been years and years since then, so I’m very excited and eager to see how it goes just the 3 of us on Tuesday.

Just like old times.

My relationship with 6am has come to it’s end. However you want to define relationship in that context is up to you, I suppose, but there has been a cease-and-desist put on all romantic aspects of “us.” I guess the best and most concise way to sum up what happened is “we just want different things.” I don’t want to get into any kind of long distance thing, and, well, I’m still not 100% clear as to what exactly is that she wants. I wish I had the energy to give this topic the long explanation and in depth analysis of my feelings it deserves, but… I don’t.

It will all heal in time.

Tomorrow night is a big birthday shindig for Marke. A huge (sounds like near 30 people) dinner at Red Robin in Irvine, followed by lots of fun at Dave and Busters. Meeting 30 some-odd new people is a little intimidating, regardless of how much I’m reassured how nice they all are. So, I’ll be bringing Mallory as my security blanket.

It’s time to sleep.

“Bye bye, beautiful. Don’t bother to write.”

Goodnight Moon.
Dream On.