Reconstruct me from the tatters...

So, today is sunday and my White Sox BLEW IT.

The game yesterday was fun though. That's the one that I was at.

Just got back from Borders, my PCT's threw me a party on Thursday. There was food and gifts and crying. They will really miss me.

I don't quite get it.

However, I will not deny great kindness. I guess that I'm a bit nervous for Tuesday. I think I've made the right choice - but it's a little scary. I feel like I don't know much of anyone.

I'm off tomorrow. I'm going to Julius Meniel and reading the new Coupland. Oooh, the adventure.

Need to go and clean the pit of dispair.

Wish me luck.