February 10th, 2009: I've learnt a lot over the past few days: I've grown as a person. I don't park outside Andrew's house every night anymore. I don't. I'm down to a mere cruise-by: I take my foot off the gas as I roll down my window and peer in his living room windows, the cool evening's breeze in my hair. A small smile on my lips. Nostalgia. Remember when Andrew and I ran and jumped up and high-fived, and we missed, and instead we slapped each other full on the face? Andrew and I rolling around on the floor, grabbing our faces. Tears of pain. Tears of laughter. I chuckle. Tears, in the end, nothing more than the catalyst, setting the cement of a friendship. We're drenched in cement, he and I. We're frozen in step, Looney Tunes style.

There can be more times like that. There will. I roll up the window, put some small pressure on the gas and drive away. For now - for tonight - all I ask is a sturdy car and some streetlight to steer her by, and the fact that Andrew's liable to take his evening meal at 6:35 pm each and every night.

One year ago today: how great would it be to compare versions of hamlet from universe 1 and universe a, noting the way the plot unfolds differently, the subtle changes in word choice, the way the character of Ophelia was merged with Polonius? PRETTY GREAT, I IMAGINE!!

– Ryan