She kissed me.

I kissed her first, but only her hand.

Then she kissed me, just once, on the lips.

Five years.

I am so in love with her.

For the first time in a long time, I can honestly say I am happy.

A: [*Oh no. Not for -good-*]

[*No, I won't be commenting in your blogs. Or reading them.*]

[*I'd love to have the time to hate you all personally and individually, but I just don't have the time. Torturing Jack is a full-time job*]

[*Hello there.*]

[*Remember me?*]

[*Can you guess how the story ends?*]

[*Evil never dies*]

I love blogging.

I just don't have time for it.

It's unfair for me to keep filling my pages with material while I can't find the time to read and encourage others.

I'm calling it a day for now. Sorry.

Best wishes to you all, and thankyou for reading.

Sincerely yours,

Happy Jack

I spent my time wondering why any friend of mine would ring me up at 11pm and rant at me for an hour, calling me a Nazi, threatening to blow the lid on a whole bunch of little secrets that would bring our little social set crashing to its knees (we've all got them, and we all know them, but we don't talk about it in public. We -are- British, you know). Then he called me up again. And then I twigged.

He was stoned.

He was stoned out of his mind.

He was so high he couldn't remember what he said the next time I saw him.

Of course, he probably meant every word. But if he's only got the courage to act when he's stoned, I think we'll be ok. After all, when he's high he barely has the energy to walk across the room, let alone bring down an empire.

You can't win.

You can't break even.

You can't quit.

You start playing the moment you're born.

"I know it's crooked, but it's the only game in town."

Ladies and gentlemen, fellow scientists, I present my masterpiece: The Principle of Conservation of Stress in Your Life.

No matter what demons you face, what mountains you climb, what great deeds you achiweve, the amount of Stress you have to deal with stays the same. Or, to be more succinct, "Different Crap, Same Amount".

I've been away. I needed some time off, to see what was stressing me out. Now, thanks to the wonders of Science!, I know. All I can do is shift the Stress I have around to a more comfortable position.

I haven't spoken to either of my parents in about a month. Feeling  better.

My situation with Ann, while far from ideal, is at least stable. Feeling better.

Now Dan (remember him?) is being an asshat. I've known the guy for 8 years, I see more of him than I do my own blood, the man is like family. On Sunday he called me a Nazi. And on Monday he acted like nothing had happened.

You can't have a conversation like that and expect the other person to forget all about it.