Watching movies alone on a Friday night.

They're out at a diner. I don't really know why I didn't follow them, except that I didn't want to.

She's not here. Probably asleep. I guess I'll call her soon, but I'm afraid I've fucked up, again.

She's not around yet. Hopefully later. And the rest of them.

And all the time it takes to feel better is the time it takes to write this.
I love being a happy guy.