"a good woman will tear you apart"

In case any of you were wondering, I've been doing okay. I have a place to stay, people who care about me and just want the best for me; happiness, love, life, greatness. My friends have been so supportive lately, being with me, calling me, sitting through amazing long philosophical talks with me and reminding me about what a great girl I am. I can't imagine what this week would have been like if Drew hadn't been here to reset my depressed buttons and hit restart. After this week, I truly know who my friends and I can't believe I've spent so much time wasted on people who didn't really give a shit about anyone but themselves.

I have been up to so many things...I saw the Sox play that outlandish high scoring game (20 runs!) with Beth (her 1st baseball game ever!) and Drew (probably his thousandth game) on Tuesday night...hung out with Lehn on Monday and had delicious Indian food on Sheffield and headed off to Delilah's where we engaged in hot and heavy people watching...a bbq Sunday in the suburbs for Drew and his much missed Chicago friends...the Taste of Randolph on Saturday which was at once amusing and frustrating to walk through...dinner at La Creperie on Friday and a viewing of the Al Gore Movie ("An Inconvenient Truth" which was like a big campaign commercial for Al but didn't he already run for president?)

The funny thing is, I spend a lot of time telling stories, relating my opinions, talking to people about the detailed nuances that make my life the way it is, and all it took was one judge to rule it all bad. She handled me like a piece of bruised fruit, pointing out all the bad spots, but the truth is, that is just a symptom of what I do here, there, everywhere, and it is one side of a coin, one way to look at it. The banana just doesn't stay green forever. It does what it's meant to do.

The three things I can't get enough of right now: bright eyes (my sad times music); text messaging (i am so addicted!); veggie tacos from Mamacita's (filled with shredded carrots, tomatoes, steamed broccoli, guacamole, sour cream and lettuce).

I wish I could say more, but I can't. I just feel like an empty vessel steered wrong that's been hastily wrecked. Take a page from her book and make up your own story about it and then patronize me for my sad state.