There are no perfect men. Only perfect intentions.

Hey, everyone. I'm...back, I guess.

Seeing everyone at the party was...good. I'm sorry I wasn't very good company, and that I kinda bailed after a little while.

I see my roommate has ruthlessly pruned my MP3 playlist. Suppose it's a good idea, knowing how I am about emotionally connecting to songs. Hearing 'My Stupid Mouth' would...well...yeah.

I saw Doctor Samson today. I have some stuff I'm supposed to do before I see him again on Monday. I may need help with some of it.

I have decided that Alison, Jamie, and Angie are far better friends than I could ever deserve. Also, I have decreed that Angie is the Junior Devil Woman In Training.

I...I hope everyone's okay.