Thank God for her

Daryl met me at work and let me cry on her shoulder. She'll never know how grateful I am for that. There's no one else I can talk to who understands as she does. We went to Henry's. the best place to eat in Fort Wayne in my personal opinion, and had a regular girl bitch session (except neither one of us are girls anymore). Now that she's the boss, she's afraid that she's turning into a version of KW, an idea that causes us both to curl our lips. She resists it, but with the mantle of power comes superciliousness. I told her the sad saga of J and I, and she told about Shooter finally coming to terms with cleaning out and selling his mother's house. Finally she said that he beckoned her with a plea for a sandwich (isn't he pitiful, he can't even feed himself) and thus ended our girl party. I thought about getting my bike out despite the fact that I've had two glasses of merlot, but I think instead I'll just get into the other half of that pint of whiskey. I need to do something to insure that I sleep tonight. Tomorrow,I plan to go hiking, ride far, hike hard, and cleanse my mind in preparation for another week of work and loneliness. Doesn't that sound like fun? sob, No, that's not son of a bitch, that's a real sob.