Sometimes I manage something profound...

At the_misha's birthday party, I said something in the back room that has stuck with me:

To lose a friend thanks to your own stupitidy is bad enough, to lose one because of someone else's actions is even worse.

I'd add to that, today, that "To lose a friend and not know why is the absolute worst." I'm going to give a friend--someone who probably doesn't realize how important he is to me--a call this afternoon. Because dammit, this "month of silence" thing is too much. I'm worried about him, and worried about our friendship. And that means I need to get off my ass and try harder.

And it occurs to me that he may be motivating me to do that on purpose.