Sister #4 is at a Saints game with Amandahugnnkiss, and the livingroom is lit by the glow of Jed and an A Different World re-run (it’s now on Nick@Nite which is about the best thing to happen to me). I’m wearing my favorite orange t-shirt and the most comfortable jeans I own.

This should be a night of perfect bliss, but my head and my heart are full of worry and sadness. There are some stories I cannot write, this is one of them. Stories of someone else’s marriage problems told by a single woman will not make any sense. However, I am so worried and scared about this particular marriage that even though I am not the praying kind, I thought about praying. I think I might have even prayed without really thinking about it.

Today is awash in melancholy and weirdness brought on by not going to bed until 4 a.m., spending hours in the weird time-space continuum of a movie theater, and wasting the rest of the day intermittently reading and napping.

Tomorrow will be much better, of that much I am sure.