Yesterday was a strange amalgamation of emotions, but I think I've got it under control now. Especially since everything ended on a positive note last night... *squee* Yeah, somebody got the L-bomb. I was really worried too, because he sounded really down. I miss him like whoa... but I'm really glad that we're talking so much again; except that I'm worried that I'll run out of interesting conversation. Steven Wright is going to be in St. Paul on the 21st though and I know Matt would love to see that. However, I dont know how feasible it is. I don't know if he'll be able to get a ride and I really don't think it'd be economical to go pick him up, especially since I don't have a car. My hopes are still centered on Christmas.
What should the *new* title for my short story be?
You Are My Sunshine
When I Awoke, Dear
Agrarian Sunshine (*ahem*)
Leave it as Behind Closed Doors!
In Light of Denial
These are all lame. So I'm going to post a suggestion in the comments!