How topical.
Last night was kind of tough. It was sort of the culmination of a lot of things that have been sort of building of my life that ended in this really strange catharsis slash one of the most honest conversations I’ve ever had on Craftsmate’s couch.
There’s some sexy shit from some playing around with Craftsmate buried in my queue, but I wanted to break that up and just say that he’s a really, really good person. And for all the anxiety it’s caused, I’m glad he found my tumblr. He’s a great friend.
(But, hey, kiddo, let’s never, ever, ever, ever, ever have another night like that, okay?)
Despite the whole episode that came before it, last night was probably some of the most fun I had this year. I randomly fell asleep on Craftsmate’s couch after the whole thing, woke up around 3:30 am, and we wandered the practically empty, sleeping campus until about 5 am. It was just really, really nice.
Sorry for the digression, but I think part of last night has taught me that I need to start treating myself better.
(You do, too, you ass.)
(No, but really.)
(Let’s be a little nicer to ourselves, okay?)
