A bunch of thoughts flititng through my head right now, and I hope I can
capture some.  Amy just mailed out to misc at rescomp and said there were
cards in her box to sign for Theresa, since she's leaving for the east
coast for a semester.  I thought of dropping by ResComp to sign one, and
couldn't decide; I don't know if she would be pleased, upset, or not even
care.  It's the one year anniversary of when we got together, give or
take.  I decided to peruse her website, to see if her personal section was
up (it goes up and down with the tide).  It's up, at least as I write
this.  She sounds really down, and that makes me sad.  Sort of thinking
back to our breakup.  She's such a neat person, but the combination of her
being inexperienced and me not wanting to play slo-mo relationship, and
the fact that she's got this huge, endless supply of love for everything
and I'm a bitter crank, well . . . I just knew it wouldn't work.  I just
wish I could do something to make her happy, and I have this stupid
feeling, just for a second, that maybe if we hadn't broken up she would be
happy.  There goes the rampant ego again.  

As I'm perusing her peril, a song comes on which I haven't heard in ages,
and reminds me so much of how I'm feeling these days (at least, the
verses that I want to hear):

[flip, flop, and fly]

good luck, T