Dammit.

I almost broke down yesterday. I almost let myself slip.

Dammit.

You know when you're having a really bad day, and a friend calls and says, "Hi, my dog just died, can I talk to you?", and you know that their needs are more important than yours, so you don't say a thing about your day so that you can help them out so they won't worry about you?

Yeah. All of my close friends, sadly, are becoming the friend on the phone with the dead dog.

That's why I can't slip up like that.

They need me, and this isn't the time for me to be whining about myself. And that's why breaking down isn't an option. Because it's selfish.

Alright, and now I go to bed.

I hope I have a good dream tonight. I haven't had one of those in the longest time.

Oh, and Glinda... I hope you're really feeling better. It's killing me seeing you like this.

Good night.

<<Witch of the West>>