Jim has become a Brit? Damn you...

Something brightened up my day today (well, two things but it's not very convenient to talk about the 2nd one). Jim, oh dear Jim (you bastard...still there in London) SMSed me and finally get to talk to him for a bit. So many things I want to tell him, especially this whole thing that's been going on...) But Jim's doing a bit of rounds himself. God, think I don't know him anymore. On top of that, that bastard's started talking with a Brit accent...really really odd for him to do that. Funny how a few SMS exchanges with him, I fell into a more mellow state, feeling that despite what happens, there's Jim to help (more a mental thing...), to hold me back from performing illogical acts(what he deems illogical which is usually quite right). Perhpas he'd tell me a way to get over this whole 10 months thingie. He's still my oldest friend. God, nearly 10 years we know each other. Scary thought. Really quite scary. And the only one who's walked all the difficult paths with me. (I feel like being at Thanksgiving supper giving a speech)...