I'm...sad. But, I'm okay. I'm trying to keep busy and keep smiling, and it seems to help a lot. I'm trying to use the time I have now to utilize work and means of contacting old friends to distract myself. I have to go into the bar every day to clean at three, and I clock in at four on mondays and wednesdays, and six every day other then friday. Work takes up the main part of my day, but we all know I don't sleep, so I have that going for me. People and places and money and getting things done. That's what I'm focusing on now. I still miss him dearly, but like he told me, I can either be sad that it turned out this way, or be happy that we are still friends. I am indeed happy that we can still talk. I still miss him though. My stuffed dog will have to do.