I took a week off from my new job at the opthamology office to spend a week with Sean at his parent's place. I'm currently waiting for him to return from class.

Things never get to the weirdness limit. Ben apparently wants to be friends again, and I don't know how to feel about that. After trying so hard for so long to be his friend without geting hurt, I'm beginning to realize that it may be impossible to do so. Plus I have a lot of residual pain.

In spite of everything else that's screwed up in my life, it's good to be back in the arms of the man I love. After so long it's sort of hard to believe I'm here at all. One minute I was walking along in an airport terminal, and the next I was in his arms. Honestly, what could be better than that?

"...the tender indignities of physical love, the communion of selves, the softness and the violence..." -Frank Herbert

"Do a little dance!"

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