Confessions

She is dying of cancer, and I am terrified that I won't cry at her funeral. Meanwhile, I still weep when I think about that last hour with my cat.

I subscribed to his blog's RSS feed from my phone, so he won't know how often I check for updates while I'm out and about.

Sometimes, I pretend not to listen because it's easier than dealing with what I think I'm hearing.

I did not brush my teeth last night.