It's the small things.
Before this evening I've only had one truly great time in this foul year. It would have to be the fantastic four days that my ex, Pearl came to visit me. Sure, it wasn't anything like the summer of 2001 where we could enjoy lots of time alone together, but after moving from Victoria and working two jobs, 7 days a week for 4 months straight, it looked like heaven. I didn't think that I could top that, considering how shitty life is in Grand Prairie is, but Stephen managed to. We did the usual, talked shit, went out for fine food, hung out with Grandma Louie and did lots of walking. But dammit, in my state of almost isolation from the people that I love, it really meant a lot to me. Thanks Stephen, Grandma. You two really made my year.