My very heavily medicated, sleep over indulged head keeps saying one thing - It's my body's way of commanding me to rest and not fight. More importantly, I should enjoy it instead of whining about how I hate it. Back to my pillow and blanket. Thank you, Mr. Antibiotic.

Flipping through a virtual album and I stop at a photo that I had almost forgotten about. Well, it doesn't hang on the line in my room anymore. I have my reasons.

Seeing it after ages, I figured that maybe the good times don't always get better. Sometimes, they end. And that is the best solution.

I know for sure that I've passed all stages of bitterness and anger.

*Gives the peace sign*

I love that you get cold when it's 71 degrees out. I love that it takes you an hour and a half to order a sandwich. I love that you get a little crinkle above your nose when you're looking at me like I'm nuts. I love that after I spend the day with you, I can still smell your perfume on my clothes. And I love that you are the last person I want to talk to before I go to sleep at night. And it's not because I'm lonely, and it's not because it's New Year's Eve. I came here tonight because when you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody, you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible.

- Harry Burns, When Harry Met Sally, 1989