I suppose the night could get worse, but actually, he would fix dinner and take it to his room and eat and leave me in the kitchen to eat mine. He's stay in his room unless he came our to make coffee, so... I was alone at night, anyway. But even then, the nights were hard.

So far, two of my friends have called to check up on me and I have promises from both to come visit ASAP. They are both training for the AIDS run in LA in June, so... we'll see.

My cat is being kinda cute. He follows me outside and pretty much sticks close. He also has been sticking close inside. He, no doubt, senses something because he's not nearly as freaky now as he's been the last couple of weeks. That's a good thing... for both of us.

Weird what's bothering me now; the places where he put things. I feel like I have to change things around to keep them from reminding me of him. (gulp) They either elicit tears or anger.

Ok! That does it! I need to stop talking and thinking about him!