Sigh...had to take roommate October, one of my oldest friends in Austin, to the airport, where he'll set off for sunny California, hopefully to get his two slipped disks repaired, get a nice job for a while, and return in six months. The way life works, though, six months, well, isn't always.
Tears on the keyboard. Sigh.
It's weeks like this one that I wish I drank more.