bored
I just got another e-mail from E, and instead of making me happy, it put me down in the dumps. It was something like 'Hey, just finished packing for next place. It's a lot of travelling, I'm ready to come home, but I'm seeing cool places. Evan PS Love you'
I love you should never be "PS"ed. Seriously. And an email should never end without Love, written before your name.
And that's all I have to complain about.
I'm leaving for Traverse City tomorrow around 3. My parents are running a marathon Saturday morning, and I was supposed to do the half, but I wimped out and now I'm only doing a 10k. I feel bad, Mrs. Bergman wrote me an e-mail wishing me luck and stuff, because she doesn't know I wimped out.
I'm such a tool. Oh well, Traverse City until Sunday, work meeting Monday, more work Tuesday, then Midland Tuesday night.
I can make it.
I think I miss him more than I thought. A second ago I was like, you know, this sort of sucks, but I can deal with it.
I can't deal with it. This really, really sucks.
If anyone reading this ever dates me (highly unlikely, considering where things are going, but whatever), I'm telling you right now, you are not allowed to leave me for longer than a week if it means we can't even talk on the phone at all. Even being able to talk (not through e-mail) makes things so much better. Oh well. Almost over.
I love you should never be "PS"ed. Seriously. And an email should never end without Love, written before your name.
And that's all I have to complain about.
I'm leaving for Traverse City tomorrow around 3. My parents are running a marathon Saturday morning, and I was supposed to do the half, but I wimped out and now I'm only doing a 10k. I feel bad, Mrs. Bergman wrote me an e-mail wishing me luck and stuff, because she doesn't know I wimped out.
I'm such a tool. Oh well, Traverse City until Sunday, work meeting Monday, more work Tuesday, then Midland Tuesday night.
I can make it.
I think I miss him more than I thought. A second ago I was like, you know, this sort of sucks, but I can deal with it.
I can't deal with it. This really, really sucks.
If anyone reading this ever dates me (highly unlikely, considering where things are going, but whatever), I'm telling you right now, you are not allowed to leave me for longer than a week if it means we can't even talk on the phone at all. Even being able to talk (not through e-mail) makes things so much better. Oh well. Almost over.