Tuesday 22 July 2003

After writing yesterday I went to work a couple hours early, just to relax a bit with people I know. Cassie took a few minutes to sit with me during her break, asking if anything was better. I said, "Not really," and she said she was sorry... that she knew it's been a long time since I've been truly happy and now I always seem so down. It was kind of her to notice so I thanked her.

After work, I got a ride home from Ashley, who's also facing some issues now... her boyfriend was in a bad car wreck last week... driving faster than he should have been and rolled his Camaro. Every night since she's been off to Rochester to be with him. I almost wanted to tell her some of the things going on in my life, but her problems seemed more immediate and I didn't bring them up.

Afterward, I began to realize that over the last six months I've hardly been in touch with anyone at all. I don't want to pose a bother to the people closest to me, and with everyone else I just get the feeling no one else really gives a shit. Then I realized that for you, the reader, a lot of the writing here seems to be that of a crybaby. However, if you're still reading up to here, then by now you must be wondering, "What in hell?" Here's a guy on top of his game... how can everything fall apart?

Well, I'll tell you... after I post the funniest email I ever received in my life.

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