It’s Friday again. I won’t see you for two days. It isn’t as though we talk everyday, anyway, but, at least I know you are there. It isn’t as though anything could ever happen between us. I been told you are gay. But, maybe she lied, or maybe you lied to her, or maybe you’re a spy, or maybe you’re an alien from the planet Glimmeron…at least here I can indulge in these insane fantasies. But, nothing could ever happen on the week-end. Why does, “I feel like I love you” always have to be synonymous with, “I feel like a God-smacked total idiot”? I’m such an idiot. Always such an idiot. Always. Idiot!! (I feel like I love you!) Anyway, Monday is coming….