| | Gah, when I haven't been busy I've been bummered which has been -no- good. Not that being down is ever good, but you know. I went on a Bash-Amber kick last night (it sounds prissy, but I'm really mad at myself), and it was... politely listened to by Ed. Not too much one can do, I think, which is what makes everything so goddamned frustrating. I miss Sterling so -badly-. Not that he's be there with a solution to everything, or even be much good at helping me with emotional messes (the man is... poor with emotions, and that's being generous, but I love him anyway), but he's my closest friend, goddamnit! How dare he have a life? Sigh, I can't even get worked up about this, he's just -gone-. Gone, if not forever, at least long enough to -feel- like forever, and I know better than to expect him to send me a letter/postcard anything.
My birthday is coming up in two and a half weeks. I'm already thinking of myself as 23. Internet, I would expect a rant on that when the date comes closer.
Gah, I don't even know why I bothered to type this up, I'm sure I'll be feeling better tomorrow, or in five minutes. I'm like that lately.
posted by Amber at 3:21 PM
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