My father is fucked. He can’t make a decision about Boston – now he says that we’re not going. I guess that’s nice, but…oh well. Either way I can deal with it, I guess.
Kevin called me the other day (I think Sunday). What a nice, free-flowing conversation we had. I’ll make him a tape today.
It’s nice because, with Kevin, it’s not an overly intense feeling that I have for him. Not overall infatuation or anything, just a deep-down “nice” feeling. It’s why our relationship survives, I guess.
just ignore me... 
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