Hmmm.
A long weekend will surely lead to a stressful week. My hand isn't broken... well, the pain is not what it was yesterday. I seriously believe sometime soon my body will give up on me... as if my will were blown away in one of the many streams of what yesterday has left. That could be called angst. I found time to piss off my parents a good bit this weekend, but somehow I think miles is frustrated with me also; well, I know he is. The role I play in this foolish game that I perpetuate with my keepers somehow is getting the best of me this time, not saying it usually doesn't. I guess it will last until one of us grows up; the perquisite to this is that I'm the one that gets to learn from it. Damn I hate old people. I miss teh raws a lotxors, my bed is cold without her.