A bike ride around the hood, a lot of swearing at myself and being self-critical, and a couple apologies later, and a part of me is better. Yay! It may be undermined with wishful thinking, but I’m okay with that tonight and will think about it more later. I’m still sad, and heart broken, of course. That’ll stay. And so it goes. I was sort of an asshole at times, fueled on so much raw emotion. Oh well.

The death of spoke is like an open wound.

I should have gotten some food before I started this [dramatic, oh shatner] movie. Only a few days until the new one opens!!!