On Monday, January 19, 2009 I wrote this entry on this blog: "Dear Friend 010. Some days I wake up and I could kill you. I hate you for all of the little things, I hate you for the things you don't hate, (I hate you for not hating Sarah Palin , or at least recognizing how ridiculous she is.) I want to hit you, I want to rid myself entirely of you and any influence of you. Some days I wake up and I feel so sorry. I'm sorry for the stupid things I worried about, the stupid things I said, the little things I got angry with you about. I'm worried about you, I'm curious about your future plans. Taking myself completely out of the equation, I hope things go well for you. I feel awful for anything I've done to make things hard on you. I'm unhappy with the way I can't even talk to you anymore, nor you talk to me. Some days I wake up, and toss the blankets from my body. Your flannel shirt flows over me, and I'm more happy to have known you than I thought po...