Date: 05-06-2010
I'm exhausted. And it isn't just physical. I can't describe it. I feel like I need to sleep but I know that sleep isn't going to do me any good.
I had two long conversations yesterday. One with Spritle and one with Trixie. The short of everything: Spritle's afraid that I'm going to die in my sleep, even though I don't have the cancer anymore and Trixie seemed . . . calm when we started to talk about marriage. Spent most of my time before Trixie got here reassuring Spritle that I'm not going anywhere and that I'm not sick anymore. I don't think I convinced him, though. At least he's in school right now.
I think I'm going to take a walk and get some fresh air. I need to think and I can't do it here. It's just so . . . stifling right this moment.