not much new to add...well maybe cept for the fact that I sent h and son out to fill one of my perscriptions for my eye (I have to keep the damn thing dialated (oh it's real fun trying to look at this screen) and drop steroids every hour) h returned with no script but did bring me icecream and some roses. I wonder why he always has them be from son and not himself or both of them?
not much has changed around here as far as how I feel about things.
still a sense of distrust. still a certain distance (I believe on my part not his) still a lack of physicalness (again h may attribute this to my eye troubles) I'm tired and looking forward to finishing class, but also afraid to start actually working on the ambulance want ow to move to siberia (or better yet iraq) or at least for h to tell me he's droping her as a customer.
