I just got off the phone a little while ago with Rob. He called to catch up and to tell me that Jon and Kallen, our friends and the only couple we ever thought came close to equalling how awesome we were, our only possible competition in making it work, has broken up, for much of the same reasons as we did (as Rob ended it, I should say, because it was not my doing or preference). The whole thing about just becoming like best friends without hardly any physical intimacy anymore. They had been together about the same time as we had now,were engaged, and lived together. I said, "maybe that's just what happens eventually, and it happens sooner for some people." It doesn't make sense to throw it away, but I didn't say that part. I also wanted to say, what the fuck do you think is going to happen, that you are always going to want to tear eachother's clothes off every second of every day for forty years? I also still believe that with us, it was a shitty phase that would have passed. I don't know why he told me that. He's not even supposed to know, and I'm definately not supposed to know. We both said we still believe that if we couldn't make it nobody else stands a fucking chance, and it sure seems that way now. It was hard in parts, and everytime we talk, and especially tonight, it was just like opening old wounds, reminding me what we had, what qualities we still possess and are having to do without.

I met a kid called Nick, who is actually Don Scott's son (although he is appearently trying to live down the local celebrity's child thing), wearing a trilby. Terribly good looking and we talked a great deal about music and Morrissey, which was awesome. He asked for my number. All of this made me feel better about myself, but I felt like shit this morning and had to leave work early. I slept from 10 am to 5:30 pm. I hope I don't get in too much trouble at work tomorrow.