the weekend hasn’t even started yet and i’m so tired already. as per usual, i blame hormones. drinking that big irish whiskey on the rocks after getting back from sacramento probably wasn’t the best idea, but rest in peace. it’s funny how after just seeing someone for maybe 30-40 times in my life and not saying much to them each time, you still get a sense of attachment. something about him gave me the sense that he was a kind man, always made me feel welcome from day one. and somehow knowing that he has known ernest all his life made him feel more like family. i burned a candle for him last night, one of xtine’s traditions, it felt nice. traditions are nice. it’ll be sad not to see him at thanksgiving this year.