Waiting for the end.

I am still waiting for the pain to go away. I think it might be a little better this morning but I still can't be sure.

No Mr. Arms last night. Knowing my luck, he has probably moved away. Just as I was going to wrangle up my courage and say hi to him. Alas, woe is me.

Today I am having lunch with all my old friends from the old law firm I worked at. None of us work there anymore.

I just got an email from the girl who is having the next show at the gallery in Chicago. She's almost as confused as I was as to what was needed in order to get things ready...

Okay, I have to get ready to go.