If everything had a point, there’d be no place to sit.

One Sunday a few weeks ago, I wasn’t really paying attention to what I was doing when I put my pants on, mainly because it’s a semi-involuntary action… you just do it without thinking. Well, anyway, I put my left leg in first… and for those of you that do not know, my dominant side is not my left side. So the next thing I know, I’m on the floor halfway in and halfway out of my pants wondering what happened.

I think that’s what has happened over the past few months. I let myself get so distracted by going to Italy and what that entailed, that I “stepped into the wrong leg first,” and when I got back from it all, I was on the floor, wondering what had happened. Financially I’m still struggling, though I did get a second job working for the Banana. (I figured if I was going to get a second job, let it be something that I already know how to do and can pick up hours easily. So thanks to my friend Mike for helpin’ me out.) I just feel like everything has been off since I got back from Italy and I despirately want to go back. I miss it so much… I miss the places, the food, the new friends I met, the culture, and yes, I miss him… even after all that happened. I just don’t know how to get past this slump I’m in.

And then there are those whom you become so close to, yet can’t touch because of a good 2,000+ mile distance which seems to get greater by each day. :-\ I just don’t know what to do.

IM Conversation of the Day
Mike (11:25:55 PM): he should have married you when he had the chance
Me (11:26:10 PM): and why’s that?
Mike (11:26:16 PM): cuz you’re you