Was up all night yakking with Michael. Felt like old times, save for the fact that I felt no particular need to hit on him relentlessly. And the fact that we now both have faster connections, so sending one another Aqua Teen Hunger Force and SeaLab 2021 episodes was possible. Good stuff.
Spent most of the morning curled up on the futon, sort of crying. Ran out of tears, or some other equally stupid sentiment.
Felt much sympathy for Michael, as Greg has a tendency to act exactly like Emily did at times. Have decided Greg is really a woman, because he sure as hell acts like every grating female stereotype there is. Felt much sympathy for Tish, as Greg sounded just like Lys.
Felt very little else.
Poor Greg, he seems to get such a bum rap in this journal. I only babble about him when upset. He's an insane yet loveable angstbucket. But he is convinced I hate him. Hrm. He told me that nothing he said mattered to me. I wanted to scream. There are more marks on my body, and more tears that have been shed for him than for anyone else I've known. He may even have beaten Michael, and considering the length of time I've known them both, that's an accomplishment.
My throat is getting sore.
I painted my nails blue. And somehow magically managed to not fuck up the paint job. I think the lying-there-not-moving part helped.