|"gonna harden my heart.....|
Gonna swallow my tears......."
Mostly though, I look for the clear ones, or nearly so. The quartz that you can sit in a window and the light shines through it. They're mostly small ones I find, and not perfect looking like the sort you can buy. But they're mine; I've found them myself.
Seems like the further I go, the harder my feelings become. It's like someone took out my heart, and replaced it with a stone. One that's been washed of all feeling, gritty and hard.
This will be the beginning of week four of my self-imposed "separation". I keep getting asked "you still on the couch?" Well, yes, and likely to be for a while. It's working all right for the moment. Quit asking; it's irritating.
It doesn't help that I suspect my laptop computer is dying. I've had the thing almost as long as Dent has been living with me; which is a good long time in the life of a laptop. I've made sure to save what I couldn't replace. Just in case it, to quote my neighbour, "Shits its cookies".
Dent starts classes next week. He's managed to snag the book he needed, I guess this weekend we'll be looking for school supplies.... Now, if his boss at work will actually *work* with him so that he can get to his classes on time, this might actually work out OK, finally.