But I don't want to write about this weekend, or if I do, I want to write about spending an hour looking after sick-drunk provisional members because I love them even when they drink too much.
What I want to write about is how provie Steve is too cool for me and how my newest facebook friend confirms that my gaydar failed me once again.
I don't want to write about crying only twice - once silently in the morning-sunlight kitchen (my favorite time of day for the light in that room) and once in the cold, hard GAP dressing room.
I don't want to think about those things.