Woke up this morning feeling more than a bit off. I opted out of morning classes, will go to my afternoon class, do laundry, write a paper, and rest today.
My feelings for my love deepen every time I think of her. It's an incredible thing...a great rite not of flesh, but of spirits.
Is this what has been missing from other relationships I've had? It certainly feels different, and better...
Then there was the Bass decision...
I really do feel that in the end, we finally made the best decision we could....but nothing sucks more than having to choose between two truly incredibly skilled men, who are probably better than 99% of the field, including yourself, and having both of them be your friends. And after reading
sehkmet's entry...I can't help but feel a bit of remorse.
But...the buck has to stop here, and I stand by my decision.