December 07, 2002
crashing down on soft pillows
This morning I woke up to knocking.
I stumbled to the door, pulling a robe over my slip and yawning.
I fumbled with the lock and found a delivery guy standing in front of me with a bouquet of flowers.
The card attached read,
“Because I know that right now, you’re not smiling. Because it hurts me to know you’re sad. Because I can’t be there to bring you Tylenol. Because you won’t let anyone comfort you when you feel your worst. Call me? - R.”
It’s funny how often I forget that I have friends. How often I feel like I’m all alone and no one cares. Especially when you consider how wonderful some of my boys are. How perfectly sweet and caring they can be at time. How cold I aloof I can be at times..
Addition 4:01 p.m.
I came across a link to these people in Fletcher’s diary a few minutes ago. And although their views on Harry Potter irritated me.. that’s nothing compared to how pissed off I got when I came across the section on Freemasonry.
Fletcher called them nuts, and they are. But in ideology at least, they’re also the direct descendents of those who were responsible for the Burning Times.
I loathe people like that. Did I mention I'm the daughter of a Freemason? Ugh! So many violent images dancing through my head..
12:36 p.m.