Sunday, September 25, 2005

Un-Happy Tidings

R. is out. Gone. With the Wind. Over. Finished. Gamarnu.

And so the search continues . . . date after date, year after year.

Excuse me while I go finish a pint of ice cream and weep into an entire box of tissues, and then lie listlessly on my bed, watching the patterns created by the sunbeams on my wall.

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