The first week of December.

Its our birthday week.

Better.

Things do get better. We fall, we get up and we move on. I probably heard that on Grey's. House has a different style of quotes. Oh by the way, found a new sitcom today, 'New Girl'.

We wouldn't have done so many things, hadn't it been for the power of the human mind to push previously important things to the not-important-anymore box. And then there are those things that will always stay in the important box.

Like her.

Normal.

It's amazing when you reach that place in your life where something is truly in the past, and nothing about it makes you uncomfortable or upset or annoyed. It's tough to believe in something that you've never experienced before - how do you believe things will eventually get better and you'll stop hurting when you've never before felt such reprieve?

But now I know. I know that no matter what happens, today or tomorrow, things will get better.

Besides, she'll always be around, no?

Headache.

I woke up with a bloody headache this morning and nothing I do has made it go away. I have assignments piling up, I have presentations to make and all I want to do is break open my skull to make the stabbing pain go away.

Chocolate helps relieve headache. Too bad she's not Here to bake me some cookies.

December. Come soon.