Either way, probably not so much anymore.  At this time it’s insomnia, but this morning (and afternoon…) it was my first hangover.  Is it a sign of age, too much booze of which none was thrown up, too many different kinds of booze, or a kind of heartache?

What a strange celebration we had Friday night.  My birthday and the going away of a man I’ve grown to love so much.  Yet in this age of the internet, I can’t miss him hysterically.  I’m an emotional person and I’ve been known to cry over far lesser men and things; but I didn’t this time.  Was it because of experience that comes with each new year?  The fading belief in true love, happiness, anything pure, or going my way?  Or more because even as he’s hundreds of miles in another country, he can give me a tour of his new apartment via the internet.  The spectacular city lights reflecting on the sea of his new world view couldn’t be captured by webcam as well as the real thing, but this point seems irrelevant when weighing the option against not seeing him at all.

Ah the age of the internet.