and
we
grow
o l d e r . . .
I worry about things slipping away. I'm depressive; forgive me. I longed for Becca for about three years, and now she's a part of my past. But hey, I'm not miserable; I'm so happy I get to see her.
Honestly, I feel great, despite the somber mood of this entry. I've spent a good part of the day talking to three girls who matter a lot to me (I'll have to grab another later on).
I went to the bank; no word yet from the main office. I played some FF Mystic Quest today (the ROM; I don't have my SNES back yet) and that passed some time. I hand froed some Marvel Comix trading cards. When I get my scanner hooked up, I'll scan them in.
Someone call me/e-mail me on what the plans for Saturday are. I need to know for sure, so I can tell Becca. Thanks.
Naked Gun's on. I'm gonna watch it. Maybe post a bit as the night goes on....
Thanks to all who are still reading my journal; still hangin on despite the decline in quality. Thanks.
