May 8th, 2002

S&G 1

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Today is Nan's birthday. Donnita made her a cake. She made herself three, with ice cream. When I left the mailroom to take cake down to the receptionists, there were easily 20 people in there, and Nan was completely in her element. This is probably the best day she's had in a long time. I didn't wish her a happy birthday, because when I came in, she already had several people talking to her. I'll tell her when we leave to go home.

This week might be the first week that I don't see Cory between the five minutes Monday morning when he leaves and when he comes on Friday night. I should be OK with that. We're going to be together for ten days straight starting on Saturday. But I don't care. I'm tired of the 90-miles-away thing. I'm tired of having to miss him. I'm tired of mentally keeping my fingers crossed all of Tuesday evening and most of Wednesday hoping he'll have the time to come up to see me. It feels wonderful to hear him say "OK, I'll see you tonight" but at the same time I feel like I'm dangerously close to being too needy. How many people, though, have such successful long-distance relationships? I guess I just need to suck it up and be OK with not seeing him until Friday. I'm not the only one the separation's hard on.