Later Man. 2003-08-18

So my good friend Paul is leaving. He got an internship in North Carolina, and so he'll be there for the next year, at least.

We threw a party for him last night. It was good fun. Good food. The beer and wine flowed freely. Good times were had by all.
There was some crying... a few people treated Paul like he was dying, and even though I felt bad, it was amusing.

Towards the end of the evening, of course I just had to get a panic attack. I truly believe it had nothing to do with Paul taking off. I forget what I was thinking about, but I was drunk... my mind was wandering all over the place, and I guess I stumbled onto the something that fucked me up inside.
So, yeah, that was fun. My girlfriend was amazing, though. She sat with me, held me til it passed.

I really love that girl.

Anyway, here's a little song for Paul *chuckle*, written by Stabbing Westward, may they rest in peace:

So this is where I say goodbye.
This is where the story ends.
And if there's one thing that I've learned from life,
It's that it gets you in the end.

So goodbye my friend.
Goodbye.