I think when a person has been through the ringer one too many times they become exhausted. I’m exhausted. The bright side is that I think I’m pretty much impervious to emotional pain now. Reminds me of Forgetting Sarah Marshall when they are up on the cliff talking about failed relationships… Anyway, I’d like to describe to you how I felt when you left. Remember the Magic Bullet blender? I feel like you squeezed me into one of those and pushed it into the on position and walked away. See, after awhile, the motors on those suckers burn out if left on too long.