Gefilte fish

You know those times where you just want to beat the living stank out of someone?

I've felt that way since I could remember.

Why did I even do this.

Matthew is in Peru, and the sad thing is: I will probably become used to not talking to him every night. I thought it would be hard or, at the very least inconvenient, because once you do something almost every night for a year and 2 months, it seems like nothing else can exist. So far it's been pretty good. No breakdowns or upsetting "I want to die, I miss your voice" moments....then again, I've never had any of those and didn't really expect to in the first place. G-d, I think I'm finally growing up in the relationship department. Aghhhhhh autonomy is taking over my brain!!!

^^^That is, on a scale of Mihalik to Gretsky, a GREAT ONE HIMSELF, THE ALMIGHTY, times worse than I originally thought it looked.