April 25th, 1983
Brielle comes back in a little over two weeks, which... okay, I'll admit it, sort of sucks. I mean, we get along just fine, don't get me wrong, but. I've said it before and I'll say it again - things have been absolutely brilliant these past couple of months here on my own. I've proved a few things to myself, I think. Sort of a test run for later endeavors, so to speak. I mean, I'm not moving out anytime soon or anything, but it's good to know that if the circumstances ever call for it in the future, I could, in theory, figure stuff out.
Ray and Heather are also getting married the middle of next month and that's... well, it's a bit weird, I won't lie. I mean, they're the third couple from my year to get married, and we're not even out a year, yet. If it works for them, then that's brill, but... yeah. Still weird. Abby and I are going. I mean, I sort of have to. We're not close friends, but they're still friends. And of course, Ray is my old roommate and Heather and I were Heads last year. It'll be the first conventional wedding our year has had, though. I mean, Corliss and Hooper had Geoffrey and Sorcha and Ethan eloped. So. Something to think on, I guess.
I have a couple of meetings to go to this afternoon at work and all I can say is that I hope my mother is in a good mood and doesn't keep me in there for very long. Listening in on what goes is valuable, sure, but it's not like I can actually do anything about policies, or whatever. And I really don't like getting all that coffee.