"Say my love, I came to you with best intentions...." 

"Say my love, I came to you with best intentions...."

I told my boss. He's not really my boss. He holds my contract. I am self employed. He was so understanding and told me to take as much time as I needed. That was cool.

I'll see her in just under 3 hours. I am dying to see her. I feel a bit fragile and need her embrace. Soon.

I have started to tell people in the office. They come around and say "How was your weekend?". I say "Not so good". Then proceed to explain what is going on my life. General reaction is shock. These people know me and never would have guessed.

It is such a bittersweet feeling I am experiencing right now. On one hand I enter into this with excitement and newness. On the other hand I am terribly guilty for being excited. I mean how can I be excited? How?

I really need a cigarette. I had three on the drive in. It's been a few hours and I can feel the itchy nicotine fit starting in the next hour or so. I should quit. Not now.

I hope to have lunch with Nancy today. We will hang out in the apartment and get me set up. I can't wait.


-dave