Chrisonomicon

Thursday, August 31, 2000

Relief bleeds through my head like spilled beer through a cheap bar napkin. Kurt and I talked on AIM yesterday. Nothing profound—mainly small talk and catching up on the past two weeks—but it was good to know that there was still some sort of connection. One or two things were said regarding my escapade with Will. It's funny how your mind dramatizes things that you know would otherwise be insanely inane. I pictured us talking, discussing our most intimate feelings for each other, and finally embracing in a swell of empathy. Before you vomit, consider everything that has happened in the past week, and then multiply that by ten to account for the gay drama gene. Either way, we seem back to good and my faith has been restored to its former, shaky self.