i've been having crazy dreams lately. maybe because i'm going crazy.

a conversation between myself and my favorite barista boy, scott, last nite at work:

me: hey, scott. i have this feeling...
scott: oh, tell me!
me: i have this feeling that if patrick wasn't with amy...
scott: he'd be with you. i know, i've seen it, too. i'm sorry, baby.

yeah, how much does that blow? so, i was sad at work all nite last nite. i let patrick go home early because he said he'd take me out back and make mad passionate love to me. and because i couldn't be around him anymore. so he left. he's leaving for good in january. work will be easier then, i think.