[Update: So, nothing happened. I mean, lots happened, but basically, it was nothing. This is an old, dear friend with whom I have a deep connection, but I wasn’t up for it; didn’t want to be at the vortex of his guilt.]
God, I miss The Neighbor. I keep having nightmares that he’s fucking our other neighbor or that he’s on a date with his soul mate and I’ll hear, “Hy… we have to talk…” I’ll try really hard not to roll up into the fetal position when that happens.
In the mean time, I feel pretty awesome right now. My kid’s in bed, I have a snack and a vodka-pom waiting for me. I’ll smoke a cig later and hope TN feels up for a game of Scrabble later, though I won’t hold my breath because he’s still dead to the world.
God, I’m so fucked.]