I spent six hours on homework and studying today. And I still didn't study as much as I wanted too but after six hours I just had to do something else. And right now I am thinking, as I often do, about friendships.
Specifically I am thinking that when I ordered a bunch of Red books to give to the important people there was one very important person I left out. I'm not going to say who it was, but I knew she wouldn't read it and that parts of it would offend her, so I didn't give her one. She did not see how big of a deal it was for me to be published like most people did and she didn't ever buy the book. And I'm pretty sure when I write my own books she won't read those either, except for the parts I send her.
And this doesn't bother me. It seems like it should because she's one of my best friends, but it really doesn't. Is that weird?