You know the feeling, where its kind of surreal to see a friend, someone who is almost family, after a really long time of not seeing them? (That is the run-on sentence of the day.) I saw my friend Brittany after not seeing her for over a month yesterday. She looked a like she had gained some weight, and her overall presence was down-trodden. It looked like her spirit was broken. She walked with her head down. And I realized that she wasn't the Brittany I knew. She was the same person, but she had changed, and it was instintual that our relationship had changed as well. It kind of saddens me, but somewhere in my heart, I know I'm okay with it. She was the friend I did stupid shit with, she used to be my best friend. That had changed too, because Robert's my best friend. I guess what I'm trying to say, is that in my heart, I knew we'd never be the same again and it was time for me to move on.

NaBloPoMo is in like 2 days. I'm nervous that I won't be able to do it. I'm going to need some motivation to complete the month of posting everyday for the next 30 days. Christ, Thanksgiving is going to be hard.