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Ugh. It's been more than two months since Lillian and I broke up, but every time I see a red car, the memories come hurdling back. Is it her, in the car? Is there someone with her? What would I do if I actually saw her? Would I be strong enough to say nothing, or would I greet her with open arms?

I know now, logically, that she and I are not right together. I don't want her back in my life. But as the pain slowly slips away, it's replaced by longing. I have never loved anyone the way I've loved her. So while logically, I know it's good to be apart, I miss her terribly.

The lesson here, of course, is to never date a girl who owns a red car. There's just too many red cars out there, too many hatchbacks.

Besides my Pavlovian response to los caros rojo, life is pretty good. I went to the Monday west coast dance at Agate Hall and had a great time. Met tons of new people and found a new friend, a girl named Jamie. After the dance, Will, Katy, Jamie and I went over to Will's pad and played a game of hearts. I play a pretty wretched hearts game ... it's a good thing I play poker for money and not hearts.

I'm still doing my best to get in daily devotionals with God. I feel so much better after I've had quiet time each day but it's amazing what I'll do to try and get out of it and put it off. It's often the highlight of my day, but everything else seems to take priority. Odd how that works.

The photo up above is of Jack and Sienna, Grace's dog. G gets back from Hawaii this week, which means the dogs will get to hang out again soon. Yay!