Yesterday was a bad day. I got stuck at the apartment trying to put stuff together and Paul came home. We talked and I cried. Some more. But I feel really good about things now. I mean, I don't want to throw a party any time soon, but I don't want to shrivel up and die. I missed rehearsal for the first time since I started with the JesterZ, and three people called and three others emailed. I feel very lucky that I have so much support. And I'm very thankful to everyone. Also, I've decided to move to LA finally. I'm shooting for the beginning quarter of 2006, which is scaryexciting. So, um, Paul, if you could wait until then to start dating, that would be great. Just kidding. A little.