My friends' idea of a cure-all

L: Let's go club and meet guys.

She saved a date on the calendar 2 Saturdays later. It says: P gets laid, location: In bed.

I don't think I'm getting laid.

But, I'm still pretty touched by the wacky gesture. My friends are wacky to the max.

For the first time since 1 Oct, The urge to smoke came back. Maybe it's from sitting in the rainy weather in P's spanking new patio. Her house is amazing. Anys, I kept the urge to smoke under control - one of life's little challenges.

If you are reading this, I'm sorry, I apologize for what was said earlier, especially the one about not having a future with someone like you. I can't deny that I mean it, but I shouldn't have said it.

So, sorry.