Misery loves company

Been entering data gathered from my trial run with my survey. Tedious work, but exhilirating in a way because oh man, data! Real, actual data to work with! Means I'm closer to finishing my study and getting the heck outta this joint! Well, okay, this joint isn't that bad, but sometimes, familiarity breeds contempt. In this case, with all the nuttiness that has ensued, I'm just a little bit fed up and need a breather from it all. On the plus side, Junie's in town and we may have a lead on the case of our missing friend, Smithi. Went out with her and Goldfinger the other day. Finally got to try out the ice cream place, the Cream and Fudge Factory. Two thumbs up; really creamy, didn't try anything fudge-related, so can't comment on that. Goldfinger has been so good to me lately. More and more I feel that he is the one person remaining in Thailand who truly gets what I'm going through. I am so glad he's at Chula with me, even though he's not in the same program or even on the same side of campus. It still gives me a sense of peace knowing he's suffering as I'm suffering. That sounds awful, but it really helps me cope. Oh, ugh, I'm having what Dean Winchester would call a "chick flick moment". I have a friend who is constantly berating me for being overly emotional. Well, I am. I am emotional. I'm also rational, so I think it evens out, but I do tend to get a bit...oh, I don't know, melodramatic once in a while in my bids for reciprocation of friendship and affection. Sue me. Goldfinger gets that, he humors me most of the time, which is terribly sweet of him.

Final thought: Misery loves company, after all.