i called a pt to make a followup appt today.
and he was dead.


that. was the most depressing point of my day.


BUT! it's friday. i love life. i love my friends. i love my boyfriend. i love the fucking weekend. =]

come?

If you read this, even if we do not speak often, comment with one memory of me.
It can be anything you want, good or bad.
Just as long as it happened.
Then post this on your livejournal to see what other people remember about you.