You know that feeling, when you have so much work to do that your brain can actually process it so you just sit, slack-jawed, staring into the space or (as is my situation) your computer screen?
That. I have that. A looming deadline, a pile of dirty laundry, an insurmountable number of papers to make sense of so I can start my taxes. And rather than work on all that, I’m perusing web.archive.org snapshots of an old blog I maintained in the mid-00s (my friend Courtney is to blame for this unexpected detour down Memory Lane).
Here is a portion of a blog post from 2004, on my and Rand’s third anniversary.
In the end, if someone asked me about the impact Rand’s had on me, the answer is really quite simple. When I met Rand, I thought that life dragged on. Every day lasted for an eternity, and I couldn’t wait to get it over with. Now, time seems way too short, and I realize it’s because I’m actually enjoying it. So without any Hallmark sappiness, without any sticky sentimentality, my feelings for Rand are as such: he makes me happy.
And, yes, he’s one of the best people I’ve ever met.