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Poli had a delusional moment a few hours ago where he swears he saw some shit that he didn't. But he believes so much in it that I am fairly scared for the man. I had to defend myself against the crime of smoking a ciggarette (though I didn't) but told him if he's going to freak the fuck out... I mean sweating and almost hyperventelating that I wish I had. I was going to go home and help out my grandparents only I started crying because this is a relationship with one ordeal after another that I don't know how much it is worth anymore. I wish I had a friend I could go see right now... someone who would sit down and drink a vodkacran with. But they are all busy and/or out of town. Emailed grandma to let he know what is up. We'll see when dhe checks her email. Probably later tonight. I hope she is not worried. I think I will hit up the Grand Ave Ale House in a bit and see the guys there and watch some football. Better company.