Been feeling pretty down lately. I know, big surprise. Went into the weekend feeling like crap. I'm letting things get to me that I shouldn't be. Again.
But then I got an unexpected call. Who's on the line? My best friend, telling me that he's in town for the weekend and wants to hang out. Known him for around 15 years now. He's family, really. It was so good to get to spend time just hanging out, like we used to in college.
What did we do? Not a goddamn thing. We just sat in my backyard and talked. It was a good weekend. Too bad he's flying back to DC today.
Here we are giggling like idiots trying to take a picture.