Not Nearly As Painful
Christmas.
I got shoes: One, two (in brown), and three. Gift cards. Pretty cool.
Sarah will be here in three days. I should be writing about that as it happens.
Everything is a blur. Busy, cleaning, working, seeing people, watching movies, listening to blues, catching up on Pushing Daisies, driving around, thinking of Sarah, wearing shoes and clothes, breathing, being happy again, being lonely only occasionally, feeling lucky, no longer reeling from the week from hell, alive.
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