Weary...

It was an ok weekend as far as things go, but I'm worn out. As much as I tried to not think about Michele, it just didn't work. But one this is perfectly clear to me now - it's taken me almost 7 years to get to where she was in 2002. I understand now how she felt when I left, and why she felt that way. I hate being home because the silence is deafening. I remember hearing Brit's giggle, and Michele's voice, but that now has been replaced by silence.

What I'd give for 10 minutes of her time now......