My, the days, they do fly by.  Six whole days since last I wrote in here.  I suppose things have happened, 

things have changed.  Mmmm, this is good.  I get the feeling once again that I'm writing this for my own sake.  

This is good.  So . . . .



My car stereo is finally working in beautiful harmony with my taillights.  I missed my first appointment, 

on Friday, because I spent the entire night before aching and vomiting up everything that either was in or 

entered my stomach.  Needless to say, I didn't go to work on Friday either.  In fact, I didn't really get 

out of bed until 7pm, and I didn't eat a full meal (read: one slice of pizza) until late saturday night.  

I'm feeling much better now.  



That helped contribute to a fairly shitty weekend.  Benjie's birthday bash was nice in that I got to see 

him and a few other folks, but beyond that, was pretty uninteresting.  I couldn't go to dinner for Adam's 

birthday on Sunday because I couldn't even afford gas and the bridge toll.  The only good thing that happened 

this weekend was my asking Gillian for her hand in marriage, and her accepting.  The wedding should be in 

Vegas within the next few weeks.  



Speaking of Gillian, I'm quite taken with her.  Hmm.  Her friends can all tell; they keep asking me about 

it.  She's amazing.  I don't even know how to put her into words.  Started crying on the way home last 

night.  Felt so bad I drove back to the house in search of someone to talk to.  



It'll all work out . . . .



I don't want to share this with anyone.  Bad mood?  Feel too vulnerable?  Don't know.