I miss Andrew

Now that I think about it, I miss my TWO Andrews. My college roomie, too. But I was talking about my old POST-college roomie. I ALSO had an orientation roomie named Drew...odd, huh? Anyway, the Andrew of my 20s was a welcome breath of fresh air who I lived with for a mere 6 months. Cruel, my roomie irony...the ones I want leave, the ones I don't NEVER leave. Andrew left here for ALASKA. Good for him. I should've gone with him. Seven years later, I still miss him. Hell, I just wish he still lived around here. Sigh. Such are the thoughts and feelings dredged up upon reviewing/re-organizing years of correspondence. I won't even get INTO the piles of obituaries. It's been kind of a depressing day. BUT...it's done...another aspect of my crazed organizing. So, um, YAY! Coincidentally, news broke today of Mother Teresa's letters. See the company I keep in correspondence-hoarding? Seems Teresa's belief in God seriously wavered. I'm not sure how I feel about this yet. On the one hand, it's completely depressing. YET...I think ultimately it makes me admire her even more, as it shows the COMMON SENSE I so desperately yearn for in daily life. Not to mention a wildly contradictory human...me likes them, too. This concludes tonight's decidedly downbeat blog. Contact a long-lost friend today, won't ya?