...meet me on my vast veranda...

I did what everyone would do at a time like this - ran off to Thornhill. Had coffee with Shuls, and then ran off to Rachel's house to eat Italian for lunch and make ourselves fat. But not too fat because I'm going out tonight, and oh baby.

We are having nerves, a mountain of them, for this.

So it's getting better, marginally, in one respect anyway - but the rest of this shit is going to have ramifications like strings reaching out, getting into everything for a long while. I need to extricate, but it's going to be messy. I'll be sad for awhile I guess, and by sad I mean annoyed, at irrational girls who blow up and blow out - but I'll just keep on trucking for the rest.