Wrong.

I haven't had a lot to say in recent days. Quiet reflection seems best sometimes -- not that I have much success at the quiet part. I thought about writing on 2006 -- the year in review, but anyone who's been following what a whackjob I am by reading my nonsensical blathering already knows I had a rough year. I don't necessarily want to recount it.

I'm safe and warm now, and I can put everything back the way it was before I went away. I even think my heart might not be broken anymore. The last few weeks have provided me with some much-needed perspective. Losing friends reminds me that I don't need to be so careful. I can love harder; it'll be ok.