| Tuesday, May 7th, 2002
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 8:53p - The Gates of Hell Seems as if nothing is going right for anyone anymore. Kim responded to my email and it looks like forgetting her isn't going to happen...I'm too weak to stonewall her friendly chatter. To think I was doing pretty good about getting over impossible infatuation number three thousand four hundred fifty three. It is easier for me to deal with just emails though...Despite her statement that I owe her a beer, and that she hopes she can see me again, maybe even on her way to Korea, I honestly doubt that I will ever see her again. Today is one year. 365 days. I marked up my calender with the countdown, as far out as Januray where the calender ends. I cracked the bottle of George Dickell I've been saving for special occasions and commenced my own little personal party/drink fest... And things seemed to be picking up. Work was going well--not too much to stress over. I've got dives planned for tomorrow, saturday, and next wednesday afternoon. I may even be going to Shuri Castle again with D this Sunday. D also wants me to enroll in this martial arts class that meets tuesday nd thursday...but I don't know...what with hitting the weights mon, wednesday, and friday, I like having a couple days off to just relax. Haha, speaking of the gym. Last night was rather comical. In one month I've lost about 15 pounds off the bench and five off my single arm bicep curls. And tonight I got an email from Dan. Pretty much everything I was afraid would happen did happen...and I'm worried about him. It killed the buzz I had started and now my head hurts. *sigh* "Lasciate ogne speranza, voi ch'intrate" current mood: crappy
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