Thoughts from 5 p.m last night to 5 a.m. this morning:

I've lost friends before due to misunderstandings, and I've lost friends due to simply drifting apart. And to my regret, I didn't do much about it. Now I've got another friendship being tested, and this time I want to do something about it. Problem is, I'm not really sure what to do to come through this tough time with the relationship intact. I'm hoping that by just hanging on and being open about what's going on in my heart, things will turn out ok. I don't know what else to do.

I am, once again, coming to terms with the fact that I can't have everything I want. It's a little frightening. But liberating at the same time.

A line from a play I went to see last night: "May your dating pool be Olympic-sized."

I can now walk in a straight line from my desk, where most of my clothes end up, to my closet, which is where they belong. This makes me (and my clothes) very happy.

Feline love cries. There are few sounds I want to hear less at 5 a.m.