Special thanks to my friend A, who, after I cried on the phone with ex-Roomie for a half hour, offered to go for a walk with me. We walked down to the water, sat on a picnic bench, talked about life, nearly got killed by a pterodactyl, pondered the meaning of life, told funny stories...etc.
Killed by a pterodactyl? Yes. A huge creature from the deep came out of the bushes by the water, screaming and screeching, and flew right at us before veering off at the last minute and going back into the bushes - presumably to eat its young and bring forth the Dark Prince.
