It occurred to me that Andrew and I have now been broken up over six months. Man, once upon a time the idea of six months passing between that much misery and now seemed like forever. And yet the date itself passed with nary a thought from me.
Amusingly, we spent that “anniversary” together, eating pizza, drinking beer, roughhousing with dogs, and watching the Canadians kick Russky bum for a World Juniors gold medal.
So much has changed, no? 🙂