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.
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