whoa

i've been doing a lot of thinking. reflecting. and i've concluded, i have some pretty awesome friends. even my friends who are far away are still there for me. its amazing. i'm so thankful and grateful and so on. i suppose we go through periods of our lives that involve pruning. i've been pruned. it hurt a little. its ok. sometimes its time to let go.

he was so proud of himself when he offered me beer. i'm not sure what message my face proclaimed but inwardly i was proud of him too.

you are my mental-health saver.

i'm still reading that book of short stories that rhonda lent me. i'm quite enjoying it. today i was quite tickled by what i read and would like to share it with you. before i do, i should explain this is an excerpt taken from a short story called "how to write a serious novel about love" which is actually super entertaining. ok... "set your novel in a small old city on the shore of a large polluted lake, a clean respectable city with limestone buildings, heritage sites, sailboats and yachts in the harbour, a prestigious university, a large psychiatric hospital, and several prisons for both men and women. this is what you know. change the street names to protect the innocent". hahaha. i beamed when i read that. the author lives in kingston.

knickers was in the office. its been a while. we were sitting together going over the changes i need to make in the brochure, when she looked at me and said "you know you're rambling". that made me laugh, it was true, i was. i don't even think i was finishing my sentences. at another point she said something and i made some kind of face, this made HER laugh and say "its nice to see you again". i'm starting to think i show more on my face than i was aware of. i find that kind of horrifying. beckie keeps reassuring me this is ok since its a way of being straight with people without actually having to say anything.

there's something about today that makes me feel all is well in the world. its nice having days like this.

pspd glossary:
when i say "you" its referring to someone who reads pspd.
when i say "him" or "her" i'm refering to someone who does not.

i heard you say we'd be friends forever, not less a day.