"I called because I just need to feel you on the line..." - John Mayer
Sarah's gone for the weekend, and I'm here moping in misery over the things people tell me I should and should not do. It seems the only time I can ever write, or write well, is when I'm upset or sad or angry, or some combination of these. I'm trying to fit my life into Billy Joel and John Mayer song lyrics right now, and so far, so good. I haven't talked to Robert once today, and that may be part of the problem. Part of what I need to say. It's the part that is repetitve, unnecessary, and old. Nevertheless, today, on this specific day, it only adds to the problem. I've cried more in the past few weeks than I have in all of 2005 combined. That is the truth.
And I think that this is done.
And I think that this is done.