I'm soup, t. ("stew in your own juices", do you remember saying that?) I want to talk about what happened the other day. But I cannot allow myself to email you because I know me, I'll take all the blame for it on myself and completely absolve you and bla bla bla even though I can actually see that it wasn't all me. I wish I knew if you had thought about it at all. You probably haven't. Sigh. I hate this relationship sometimes. I hate feeling like the team that we've been on my behalf is no more. I hate feeling disconnected from you in such an angry manner as the other day. That sucked so bad, t.