Ring Out Under The Midnight Hour

This weekend has been so crazy. Nothing has gone to plan, and I don't mean that in a disappointing way. Just so completely strange.

Why are you so civil?
And why are you mad?
Why are you never around?
Why do you feel absent?
And I have no idea what to say with you lately.
Where did that call come from?
And why does it seem like we are the only normal ones?

Watching Rent twice. Not watching it, but more or less catching up. Spags. Late night confession. Cooking you lunch. Making phone calls. Mooching pizza. He's really not that bad. Giggling for a half hour. Bonding from 3 - 4 am. Waking up at 7:30, wtf? Boxing lamps. Cleaning. 38 hours straight together. Old times. Catching up. Rhyming dictionary. Jam session. Church. Sex and the City. Hours working online. Desperate Housewives. Reading. More reading. Getting plans texted to me. Cat sitting phone call. Finding the building in the ghetto. Way to much money. Your G-Ma's. Having a lunch adventure. Marshal Music. Music orgasm. Making necklaces. 48 new CDs. "Forced" dinner. Ending up back over there. Slidding on the floor, almost bad. Knowing how to use your printer. Wifeswap. My house not really feeling like home. Attempting to clean. More pictures missing, even though I found the ones Jake moved. Never ending importing. Finshing the book.

Seeing the stuff you're going through, and that I haven't been around killed me. You're going through so much right now, and I've been caught up in stuff that seems silly. I should have been there more. I feel like I've let you down. I can't believe that chapter is completely closed in my life, I would have never guessed.

Time spent with the people you care most about...truly priceless.