Truth. Justice. Minesweeper.

Monday, January 31, 2005

Ron hasn't asked me where I was. He's asked me how I'm doing and if I'm okay, and he sounded sincere about it, but he hasn't asked me for any actual information. I think he's given up on me. Kind of makes me feel like crap.

And since I've been back I've had the mustard dream again twice.

This page is powered by Blogger. Isn't yours?