I dont think I have ever been this happy with someone in my entire life. Just thinking about him makes a smile appear on my face. Sometimes I wish I could do more to help him. I am not much help. Most of the time I just follow him around and look pretty. And if I am not doing that, he is following me around, and I am still trying to look pretty. He is pretty stressed right now and I just wish I could something more for him. Right now I am listening to one of his favorite band, one of them that isnt my favorite. Sometimes I listen to them when I want to feel like my baby is somewhere close. I try to imagine him wrapping his warm arms around my waist and holding me close to him. And now, trying to prove to you that I dont have a one track mind, I will type about something else. Work is going ok, I am just trying to retain as much information as possible. Its a little difficult at times, just because there is so much going on. I work in the customer service box, the box which is basically the headquarters for everything. I am your operater, I am your radio station, I am your cash box, and I am your god. I can give you anything you could possibly need, and I can also take it away. So you had better be nice. You would think that customer service is a job for a self-deffacing person... but its not. Being in customer service is being in the power core of the universe. I have a little bit of a god-complex anyway, but I think that this job makes it worse. I smell like department store. Today I was sitting at the dinner table with my family, and as I looked at each one of them I felt as if I didnt know who any of these people were. Maybe I havent been paying very good attention lately, maybe they have changed without me realizing it. Or maybe I have changed without me realizing it. I havent decided why I feel so much regret about this. ...