Sam Bond's

Elena and I went out to Sam Bond’s last night, and we had a good old drunken time.

I texted Erik and told him that I was out and that I didn’t like him at the moment. And he texted me back “I miss you, too.”

Then we started texting more and he ended up coming over at one thirty in the morning. We sat inside his truck and talked for two and a half hours, and then he came in and stayed the night. Mao was being a brat, and we both slept badly. We had another talk this morning and came to an agreement about the way we were going to try to conduct ourselves in the coming month and a half or so before he leaves.

I feel confident and peaceful.