index | archives | notes Tuesday, Jan. 01, 2008 3:22 a.m. << [ Reprise ] >> Drove home again less sober than I should have been, to Death Cab for Cutie's Transatlanticism. He called at midnight from a friend's phone, because his own wasn't working, and told me to take care. Also he's drinking again. Also he doesn't hate me. I am a little more upset about this than I am letting on. I hadn't spoken to him in two days and wasn't planning on doing so until he came around. I'd developed more fantasies of telling him I'm done, it's over, packing up and leaving. I'm not going to leave, though. I never do. No matter what happens in my life, I'm usually feeling tired or abandoned or both. What's with that? Happy new year. << | x | >> whatiscopyright.org