Kiwanis was today, and I didn't totally make a fool of myself, but the outfit was pretty scary. And then I had to walk around Oakridge Mall in it afterwards. Yeah, I got 2nd.

Other than that, not much. Artstrava-whaty-whaty was good, but busy and of course I burned myself (but not on purpose).

Confusing Charlotte right now...having too much fun. Don't worry, man, I"m having a good life. Oh, and dude, you might get the story at the bottom.

Getting a cold and having a half-birthday party tomorrow. woo.

Hope Monday, no, scratch that, Decades is on Monday, hopefully Tuesday will prove to be better.

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^I stopped washing the dirty dishes in the sinkm but started again, trying to stop my mind from wandering. I couldn't let myself do that anymore. I couldn't pause, I had to stay busy, or I'd think of HIM. And whenever I thought of him, I had to stop and go look at the pictures that were in the boxes. No matter how many times I had closed and taped those boxes, I always ripped them open later, barating myself afterwards. I was strong, or at least should be. I should be strong enough to say goodbye, shouldn't I?
^Well, maybe if I waited, it meant I was getting better. I finished washing my weeks-worth of dishes and then opened the boxes and looked at the pictures. His smiling face looked up at me. Us at a concert. Us at our wedding. Us on our honeymoon. Us on our trip to Disneyland. Us. Together. It seemed so long ago, but really, it wasn't even a year. Probably coming up on 250 days, but I was trying not to count.
^Some mornings, I'd wake up and think that he was at work, not that he was dea-
^My mind rejected the word even after all this time. If time healed all wounds, then it better be a surgeon.