I did it. I said goodbye. I'm scared to death. Maybe if I don't think about it, it will go away. I spent the wee early morning hours feeling horrid. I don't know why, I was just a bit distraught. Then I got a phone call, which gave me someone else's life to concentrate on for a little.

I noded somethings I probably shouldn't. Juliet's Hope Chest. My ex's are going to one day start a club, and beat me into a pulp. The song "Take a Bow" keeps going off in my head.

I leave for Chicago in less than a week. I also go to West Palm Beach mid-week to see an old friend for lunch. That will be interesting.

Sigh.. I have lame stuff to do today. Laundry, cleaning, yuck. I think I will also finish my Christmas shopping, and try to forget about my life for a moment, if I am lucky.