Well, tonight was just one of those nights that I'd probably miss the transition from the 405 or 605. I do that sometimes when I'm tired or distracted...

So today was our eight month anniversary. It's been a long time for both me and him. It's nothing compared to the marathon-ers like Styna or Apes, but everyone's got to start somewhere.

The weird thing is how I feel it's ending--or that it has ended--even though we're (clearly) still together. I have this strange feeling...like I'm trying to get over him even though I don't really need to. Weird.

Speaking of weird, I had a dream that I drank nearly half a bottle of white wine last night. It tasted like crap but I drank it anyway, straight from the bottle. I think I did it because it was in front of me.

I digress. Anyway, I was feeling that way even more so this evening. After I got off of work, he told me that he was going to Vietnam this summer for a month. It was an idea that he had been toying with for a while, but it didn't seem as though he was actually going to do it. In fact, right before he dropped me off at work he told me he probably wasn't going to go. Well, then he told me there was a small chance that he might go up north for the enitre summer. Three months. One of which I would lose virtually all contact with him. After I heard that I couldn't help it. I started to break down. It was the proverbial straw that broke the camel's back. All the stress and loneliness just peaked and I cried. He wasn't too happy about that but I couldn't help it. For whatever reason, the past couple of months have been really hard on me. I've been feeling nauseous and achy, and I just want to sleep all the time.

We watched Adaptation when we got back to his place. He curled up around me and went to sleep while I watched the movie. It was incredibly sad. Comical, yes, but sad. It was actually a pretty good movie, but it left me with an awful feeling. I felt lonely. I left his place right after the movie ended, feeling drained and sad. I drove home slightly distracted, thinking of all the people I missed. For some reason, I was thinking about Leah a lot towards the end of the drive home, so imagine my surprise when my phone rang and when I looked over at it, I saw Leah's name on the display. Boy was it good to hear his voice.

So here I am, cherry soda, laptop, kind of tired but feeling somewhat better.

Life goes on.

Goodnight.