Des. The happy-maker. Ehm. Sort of. Generally. I sent her a most-likely babbling email yesterday, trying to articulate, because she asked, and then I got to talk to her for a while, and I feel better. Still sad, far too sad for my liking, but its…more of a level I can handle now. I don’t know. I’m not good, I am self-aware and honest enough to admit that, but I’m better and at the moment, better is good enough.

Just wish I didn’t have this weird sleep-walking feel today….