It is better to have
loved and lost, than never to have loved at all.
-Some
asshole
Although frequently mistaken for a line from Shakespeare, it
is an excerpt from a poem by Alfred Tennyson called “In Memoriam A.H.H.” And it
is in reference to a man—his best friend—who passed away tragically while
travelling abroad. Thanks, Google.
Recently, the final straw had been placed on the proverbial camel’s
back. I haven’t written specifically about the ails of my relationship, because
I don’t think it’s fair to point out the troubles of other's, and I still don’t
believe that any of my behaviors warranted the actions taken against me. I
really want to write extensively, but it’s not appropriate to do so. All I can
say is that what we had, what I thought was going well, came to an abrupt halt
two nights ago. And that’s as far as I’m going to sew that thread. It's over.
I have to work today for the first time in a week. It’s been
enjoyable to say the least, and productive to say the most. Back into action, I
will be prepping for and cooking for the Def Leppard concert tonight which will
keep me there until approximately 10pm, then I have to be back by 6am to prep
and cook for game 5 of the playoffs, which the Wild have somehow managed to
secure, which starts at 2pm. I will be working 23 of the next 30 hours.
If the Wild do lose, there’s going to be a lull for a while
until the Lynx start their season and a plethora of summer concerts roll
through the Xcel Center. I’m looking forward to more time off.
This post is going to be short, very short.
