yeah, so last night was rather emotional.

and i can't even remember half of what happened. i do know that i kicked john. hard. sitting there in the strip club...it wasn't really an agressive move....i guess...

it was actually more of a move that i would have normally pulled on him. i was just sitting there talking with paul, and i got the overwhelming desire to kick john. *shrug* what can ya do?

ugh, and then when i got to jeremy and bob's, i ended up babbling to jeremy for a good half hour. about a whole bunch of shit, including why i can't see john and why i think rachel is satan's spawn.

luckily, when i got home there were a few people online to entertain me. though i think i was the one doing the entertaining.

and not to be redundant or anything, but i'm so damned glad i went over to see nick. i'm so damned comfortable around that boy...

he also filled me in on what's going on in his life. met a girl he really liked - she moved away for college(this happens to him quite often.). he also got really sick. he was told by 3 doctors that it was "probably HIV." it ended up just being really severe pneumonia, but he spent 2 weeks thinking he had HIV. and i can tell that completely made an impact on him.

time to move on to another means of procrastinating - i'm gonna watch "devil's advocate."