Ugh... more missing Austin. Are the rest of you as sick of this as I am? I was watching a Good Eats about oysters. Oysters were Austin and my thang. We'd get them everywhere. It was constant. We would actively seek out restaurants based on which oysters they happened to be serving. We actually knew them by name. (kumamotos, hamahamas, miyagis, mmmm). Anyway... yeah... he sent me a text message on NYE... incredibly sweet... said he loved me. I replied in kind, and I'm sure it was honest both ways. *sigh* this is hard.
In other news, the gym is an incredible place. Can take even the most effectively induced bad-spell, and make it a nice, happy day. iPod and Tranceport required though. :)