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( here's where I complain about stuff a whole bunch...and then say something nice about Cayne )

( And here's some unrelated stuff )

( and here's the part where I regress to fussing over things I thought I'd resolved already. )

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Cayne just called me. He's incredibly drunk, and sounds wonderfully happy. And he keeps calling to tell me he loves me and that he wishes I were there with him, and how we're going to have to go to Ottawa together.

People keep telling him he's hot, too.

I'm sitting here, filled with happiness for him. Even if I miss him not being around.