"Appropriately awful".

I feel better about things than I have in a long time. I don't even know how to talk about it yet, except to say that I feel like crying a good, appreciative cry - the kind where you laughing most of the time.

Funny, 'cause I cried all night, with the only person I cry in front of. Enough that he knows all about it, enough to tell me, "You're eyelids are going to get all puffy. They've already started."

Read an old journal I hadn't seen in years, and was reminded yet again in the recent past of all the good things I had pushed out of my mind for so long.



"Someone (Jamie...) was telling a story about you when everyone was sitting drunk on Mabel's front steps.

I laughed to the side with Tracy,
and smiled into my cup and thought about how much I love you."