Three years, eight months ago. At my parents *second* wedding... June 2, 2001.
Don't ask me why I put this up. I'm just in that familiar mood yet again. I happened to be looking for a document on a disk and popped one in that I had made before leaving for Colorado two years ago, marked "Leaving Home - Last Saves," and in a folder named "sm" for soulmate was this picture. And now I've put it up on this blog. Am I a nostalgic, hypersensitive schmuck? Probably.
I'm stomping on the urge to write a lot here about this particular aspect of my life, and I still need to get a bit of work done before I can retire to my bed and what I hope will be roughly 6.5 hours of blissful dreaming. Goodnight.
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