Those family things ripped my heart out, especially when W. seemed so totally removed from how it just killed me. It is a slow, writhing pain. Awful. Coupled with the holidays, I'm kind of glad (weird, I know) I'm in Iraq. To me, it's just Tuesday.
The let me think about that is also a killer, although maybe you shouldn't have asked (?) Maybe you should have had some other plans. I don't know. I'm so weary of this stuff. How's the weight loss?
