I did nothing. When Reg was here, we did little. When he left, I did little. It was a long boring break.

I spent Thanksgiving alone this year. I had been invited to a Thanksgiving meal but I turned it down. The day was a strange mix between feeling ok and feeling down. I was lonely, but then didn't want company. I thought of Jenna a lot. And finally, by the end of the day I wanted to get out of the apartment. Around 10 at night I decided I had to leave. I went for a walk thinking I would stop at a bar for a drink or two. Instead I just walked around North-West Cleveland and into Lakewood for about 90 minutes. It was about 40 degrees outside so it wasn't chilly (although I should have worn a hat). I didn't feel like being around anyone, hence I stayed out of the bars. It was strange. I told Jenna once I wasn't a big holiday person and I think thats true.

Today Reg came out. He got here at 9:30 am. It was and is good to see him. We went for a long walk, chatted about our mutual lives and basically hung out. Didn't do much, but that's ok. It was good to see him anyways. Still, my mind, like it has been for the last week and longer, was miles away, locked onto another subject, thinking of another person. Tomorrow is supposed to be decent outside. Maybe a game of Frisbee Golf is due.

Its been a long weekend. The highlight of it was going grocery shopping for the first time in over two weeks. $60. Jeebus. Anyways....my thoughts were obviously on Jenna all weekend. Hard to stop thinking about someone that's always on your mind.

Angelo has been nice. He likes crawling up my chest when I'm sitting until his front paws are over my shoulder. He's pretty warm too. And the Bills won in spectacular fashion. First time in a while. And of course the 24 two hour special was great too.

Despite that, I'm down. You know that scene in The Wedding Singer where Adam Sandler shows up at the audition all disheveled and says he's been listening to a lot of The Cure lately. Well I listened to a lot of The Cure this weekend. Anyone that knows me knows I have a lot of Cure on my computer. Anyways.....its been a bummed out weekend. To the point where I'm looking forward to work tomorrow. Just as an excuse to leave the apartment.

I have a Dropkick Murphy shirt I love. It is full of memories. I bought in 1998, or was it December 31, 1997. It was New Year's 1998 outside of Boston. I had gone to a concert there with a bunch of high school friends. It was the first time we had see each other since leaving for college. We got lost on the way there. I tripped some little asian girl that kicked me in the shins in the mosh pit. I crowd surfed there. Shane's mother bought a hotel room because we were heading back to Queensbury so late at night and she didn't want us driving.

I wore the shirt that whole night. And the next morning when I got home I threw in the washer. My dad came home later and put some of his clothes in there as well, but accidentally dropped some bleach in there too. My shirt was stained from day one. Bleach marks on the sleeves (its a baseball shirt) shoulders and back, but I loved it.

I also wore this shirt the day I ripped open my chin skateboarding in California. I was skateboarding down a large hill on a sort of dare. A car pulled up at the bottom of the hill, and when I tried to slow myself I went flying off my skateboard, ricocheted off a parked car and rolled down the hill on my face. I got up, got my skateboard and walked back to the house bleeding and in shock. A quick to the hospital and a bunch of stitches later and I was almost good as new. My Dropkick Murphy shirt however got a huge hole in the back of it.

So yeah...I love this shirt. And its over ten years old. And I still wear it.