and..

[myriad_inertia]

i have not cried
since she died.

i hope, i hope so dearly, that he loves you as much as..

i am crawling back beneath my desk.
i am going to have another drink.

i wish she had told me sooner.

p.s. quite honestly, i do not care if i turn into a drunk. at least, not tonight. liver failure and expiration are the smallest things on my mind.