Last night Rob called me and we spoke for probably close to a half an hour. He called to ask if I'd called Vic and if I'd heard anything about whether him and Nikki had broken up, but I hadn't called him Sunday, like I was thinking of doing. So then we just talked about music, and the Jonathan Richman show, and his going to the Lithuanian Hall. It breaks my heart how easy and effortless our conversations are, even now. I really believe we had something that needn't have been cast to the ashes. There was a part in this Norma Shearer movie with this beautiful wedding, and because it actually was the 1930's, oh, her dress and hair looked so beautiful, and it just reminded me of all our plans and how I won't have that now.

Later last night, while Carm and I were watching Flavor of Love (ridiculousness), I got a text from Nick asking what I was doing Friday. Carm says, "That kid really wants to take you out, he keeps asking you." I said I was planning on going to Reaction at the Sidebar, but what was he doing. He asked me to accompany him to an opening at the BMA. He said he's coming to Two For Tuesdays tonight and we'll talk about it more then.

Carm and I had spaghetti last night, with garlic bread. I was then pretty bad and finished that box of Whoppers Malted Milk Balls, and later on during Flavor of Love, some Goldfish. I'm getting ready to go to lunch now. I think I'll just get a coffee. They have Belgian Waffles in my department for some reason and the nurses keep saying to come back and have some, but I am resisting. Tonight, Carm and I are going to have salad and I'm not sure what else for dinner. I should probably eat a little something with substance, since I would like to get just a little bit tight this evening (seeing how I've been doing so little drinking of late). We'll see.