So... tired...

Okay, okay... I know I sorta deserve this. I mean, it is technically my fault that I started dating Andy before she was completely "ready". I should have waited until she learned to love herself.

Last night we were up until 2am talking about how she was upset by something I said. Big, circular conversations that always orbited around the fact that she doesn't like herself. Or, perhaps more accurately, that she doesn't want to be happy (yet).

By the end of the talks, she seemed to feel better... I think she honestly and truly got some good thinking done in there, but it's so hard to tell sometimes... not for her particularly, but just in general.

I've really got to call up Bonnie and apologize (AGAIN!) for putting her through this... that woman was a saint. A short, little, happy saint. I miss her sometimes...

Anyhoo, so stuff with Andy is still kosher, but man am I exhausted. Like... need to sleep exhausted. Going to find a quiet corner of the office and sleep exhausted.

Going to get my ass handed to me at Kendo exhausted. Ah well. Such is life! Still wouldn't trade it for the world.