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keri ([info]keri_russell) wrote,
@ 2005-02-22 08:16:00

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Current mood:calm
Current music:not emo, for once

Ryan took me out to dinner last night. It was really nice, especially since I hadn't been out in awhile. I've grown accustomed to sitting in the guest room at Doug's and kind of secluding myself from everyone. Doug gets annoyed with me and tries to get me to come out, but like I told him, he's done enough already and the last thing I want to do is make him deal with my whiny ass all the time.

Anyway, the moment Ryan saw me he got this worried expression on his face and asked me if I had been sleeping. What is sleep? I told him I was fine and we left for the restaurant. When we sat down and the waitress asked us if we wanted something to drink, Ryan automatically said, "And she'll have a coffee too." I guess he didn't want a boring dinner date, hahaha. It felt nice to have someone care, period.

Much of the evening was spent catching up. I mean, I don't know how long it's been since I've spoken to Ryan more than maybe a brief call where I said, "OMG THE NOTEBOOK WAS THE GREATEST MOVIE EVER EVER EVER!" which is incredibly dorky and I'm pretty sure he hung up on me, thinking I was some crazy teenager or something. But this time it was nice to push away some other thoughts that have been clouding my mind practically 24/7 and catch up with an old friend.

I slept a little more last night than I have previous nights. Maybe it was the dinner with Ryan, the pleasant conversations with Doug and Dan, a reminder of the mutual love and understanding between Kristin and I, and the fact that today I get to see Michelle to watch a movie and gush about her pregnancy. So much good, but still something doesn't feel right. Things aren't right when you're not here.



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