I quit with all that jazz. Until it gets so bad it's spilling out against my will, I'm going to try to be more positive.
I got to see Murder By Death and Fake Problems on Monday night. It was glorious. I met Chris Farren, and he was a cool guy. The bar was tiny but surprisingly less crowded than most of the concerts I've been to. We had a really good time. Jason ended up having to drive home because I drank too much beer. He was mad. He had to work the next morning, and I got to sleep all day. I told him I loved him before I fell asleep.
It was a good night all around. I think I'm getting better. I think it'll be okay. Nights when I'm home are the worst, but even that is getting a little better.
All in all, healing is happening.
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