First off, Let me explain that the weekend of Sunday September 11 thru the 16th, absolutly sucked. Every night I was in a fight with my boyfriend, becuase of my stupidity and fears. Well, medium story short - Every night it got worse. Until it was about to end the relationsip (well, maybe not THAT bad - but it surely felt like it). Friday at 6 o'clock I picked up Ben from the train station in Southboro - and he looked kind of dejected, but then again he's like that often. The butterflies in my stomach that ahd lasted from Tuesday until he kissed my forehead and wrapped his arms around my shoulders. Then it just kept getting better. .... well - very long romantic story short - my life isnt falling to pieces anymore . in fact. its wrapped up in so much ductape that it could even keep our failing country together....