Mandrake I am moving over!!!

Sleep eludes me still, though I having been drinking for a great part of the day/night since noon.

Conversations between us have ceased to be warm fun exchanges of gossipy bits, of flirtation, of the joy of knowing each other better.

In place are pseudo conversations usually one-track, that are facades for quarrels (however I don't really bother to quarrel), and more often than not, virtual confrontations for those that fail to materialize in reality.

What has gone so wrong? How have things been reduced to such a state?

I need a hug so badly Zhen. I am so glad I'm meeting you soon. Soon.