It's weird being in an environment where I feel the longing and the nostalgia and the sadness. I kept thinking this would pass, but... it's been awhile. It's been a few months, really, and, well... still there. Still feel it. But what with the not being able to do a damn thing about it, I guess I'll just keep pushing the feeling down and coping as best I can, right? Right.

Now there's absolutely no good way to segue from that into something different, because other anecdotes that I can think of also tie into that, or might give it away a little too much, so I guess I'll just stop here and go rejoin the festivities.