Anytime - don't sweat it. I've been in your place, and had to tell myself those things. It does help.
Sleep well, Atrias.
ETA - looks like I'm all alone - and I feel sick and weighed down by sadness again, already missing the greatest city in the world, so I shall "see" you all tomorrow... hopefully part of the way into my self-given crash course in all (well, okay, SOME) things Sondheim. Tomorrow: Sunday in the Park With George, and possibly a bit of Merrilly We Roll Along, then to Blockbuster to see what I can dig up there.
Goodnight, invisible all. *passes out* May sleep cure all.
A work of art is an invitation to love.
Updated On: 8/25/05 at 01:27 AM