Some of my relatives came down and visited for a day, and my dad was hanging out with them, too.

I get in the car and immediately they ask about seeing my award, and tell me that my dad's been bragging about me.

I don't even know what to say. I'm one of those kids who really didn't get praise, from my dad, and we've always had a tumultuous (man there's a surplus or the letter u in that word) relationship--but in a way very different from the rocky grounds on which my mother and I stand. His relationship with me has always been more straightforward and easy to fix, but, sometimes, that doesn't necessarily mean it gets fixed.

So hearing this sort of stuff never fails to surprise me in that quiet, stunned sort of way that doesn't pass by, all that often.

I had a nice day, generally-speaking. It's been a nice month, with lots of comfort and kindness. I think just constantly, to the point where I'm up way too late, but it's the type of thoughts that feel quiet and gentle.

Also, I went to sushi, last night, with three friends, and it got to the point where I was outright flirting (inadvertently, wow) with one of them. Can't figure out what to make of that, but, at the same time, I haven't thought about it much. It's nice, and sometimes flirting between friends really doesn't mean anything. I'm sure she's on the same level, there.


Basically...May is good. May is great. Relaxed. Yay.

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