This weekend was not exactly the best. It wasn’t really the worst, either.

Right now I’m supposed to be working on the mailing list for Letters of Love. If only I could stay focused. (Maybe I should go get some sleep instead.)

I went and got hot chocolate with Sandy tonight and I’m really sad that it’s gone now.

I think that when I get my vacation time at work I will spend my week off doing nothing but writing and playing video games. I don’t do much of either anymore. Speaking of writing, I owe Professor Harding (for Creative Writing) two extra poems. He claims I am not writing enough poetry. He is an evil, evil man.

I learned a very hard lesson this weekend. It’s not easy to accept these kinds of things, especially not for me.

I am very, very proud of Letters of Love. (Now if only I could get the website’s design finished.) I just realized that it has been going strong for nearly eight months. That’s a really long time for something so new, especially on the internet. The group involved has not really changed from the beginning, and more and more new pen pals are joining every day. I’m really proud of myself for doing this. I don’t mean to sound egotistic. I am just very proud of myself and Letters of Love. I’m glad that it is still going strong and has been able to help so many people.