It's that time again...

Which is good, because I haven't blogged in a few days. It's all good between me and Nynny. Still in love. Still going at it. So Jack and I decided to level some lowbies together... Using RAF. 8 hours total played time, and we're already level 40. That's fairly impressive, even if we are instancing up, getting run through on my Druid and wearing shitty grays. It's good fun. My parents found out I had had suicidal thoughts recently. Damn Downie Mondays. I don't enjoy feeling like that every week. I'd go insane if I did it all the time. Went and saw a doctor about it to get a referral, and there's a place in South Melbourne that specialises in this kind of stuff. Not looking forward to that if I have to go, though. ---------- Vietnam in a few days. I'm meant to have packed my bag tonight. Guessing that didn't happen, due to immense leveling power of me and Jack. I'm looking forward to going, but I'm not looking forward to leaving her. Especially now. I have her phone number and I plan on sending one SMS a day, but still. The conversations we might have, but can't. :( It's a good trip, but it sucks that I won't be able to spend as much time with her. I will miss her. It will be hard to control myself with her phone number and everything. But a $500 phone bill after 3 days will not look good, so I won't have much choice. ----------- In the long gap between writing this post, playing CS:S and talking to Nynny, I accidentally came up with this: I give to you, my heart to hold. And if you would, please be so bold. To place it on the mantelpiece, because you know it's not for lease. As time goes by, I begin to feel. That this is such a special deal. I know this as we both grow old because I give my heart to hold. It just sort of happened. Good night, I guess.