Patching up the hole

So it's the start of another month. My favorite may I add... except when there's no one to spend it with. Although I can make up those "Valentine's Day is just another holiday created by the greeting card companies" or "Happy Single-Awareness Day!" maxims but I'll just come to the sad conclusion that more than likely, this year will be same as the last, and the last, and the last.

But instead of mourning, I'll deal with the positives.

I've become fully (or so I think) aware of myself lately. This new, tentative self may be placid, but I guess this is the most you'll get from me. Although I don't yet feel entirely "whole," I guess there's no way to EVER patch up that hole. The hole, until your dying day, will get infinitely small, but nonetheless existent. Right now I patched up about a 1/5 of that hole.

Tomorrow's gonna be precinct-ing (walking around neighborhoods and phone banking) for Obama. I extremely nervous yet ecstatic about helping such a life-changing ordeal.

Dinner is calling! Till then, double kisses!