Sunday Sunday Sunday! - by Logan

Today hasn't been my best. Although I have seen for the first time the San Jacinto Monument standing taller than Washington's in DC (Texas was once its own nation if you didn't know), my day has been clouded.

Last night I ran into one of Stacie's best friends from college at a party. Of course, she wanted to know how i was doing, and I obliged digging into how its done, its over. I stood strong and showed how things have to be. I cannot, for any reason, ever, get involved with her again. Now, this is the test. Can I talk about these things and still have a great time? I did! Surrounded by people from college that I haven't seen or talked to in over a year was a relief. With the Blazers I feel so much respect, the best feeling to me, the feeling that I am respected by those I respect. (Brother Blazers, you're all my heros.)

The trouble began in a dream I had last night while passed out on the couch, a dream rife with jealousy. I woke up in a cold sweat and loathed the night. For the better part of the day so far, my head has been clouded in thought. How could she do this to me? How does she continue to act so selfishly during this? How could I ever trust and love such a person again? Basically, today was another trip with heartache. There's more ahead, I know, but they all suck. I go back to what I told Priya "She doesnt love me. She's just feeling the lonliness from not having me there." I'll let Chris tell what he showed Priya if he wants. I leave with this: "Feeling that someone elses loss is greater eases the pain like aloe on a sunburn, but morphine type relief comes from female accompaniment. (better run to the store)

Happy Birthday CHRIS! Welcome to 24, may the first half of yours treat you better than mine."i may be shattered, a little scattered. what does it matter? no one has a fit like i do"