The good is freedom. The bad is loneliness.
Tonight I'm drawing comfort from Gina's CD and some Erlanger Weizenbock. How fucking pathetic. (The beer part, not the excellent music.)
Jim is driving up from Harrisburg tomorrow morning to work on the house, and I'll join him to help him with the cleanup. The plan for afterward is to relive the bachelor party at the local equivalent of East Lansing's Omar's.
Still pretty pathetic. What does it matter, though?