My soul sista, Christine, AKA writer Y, left today and I am feeling despondent. Who will I get drunk and watch Galaxyquest with? Who will I do impressions of crazy people with? Who will I feel like an old lady at a bus stop with? Who will I walk to beach with? I guess I’ll have to depend on me. If there’s anything miss C has taught me, it’s to like myself more. Ah, she will be missed.