We had a really awesome last evening.
The saying goodbye thing fucking sucks though.
I did really well holding it all together until P left. (S hung out with me a bit longer and didn't mind me doing some light to medium crying)
And then P came back because someone had locked the front door so I had to let her out.
I hate it when that happens, because it interfers with my 'hard as nails' thing.
I am feeling sad, as I'm not sure when I'll see everyone again and Folsom is quite a while off and I most probably miss the June thing because of the operation.
(Although now I'm thinking that I do heal super quick, so maybe it would be ok?)
I'm going to pop a couple of 5HTP and try and sleep.
I'm setting off for the airport in 6 hours. That's ages yet.