floodgates
I had put off listening to a voice message an old mate sent me. He's been lying low over the last seven years. In that time he got divorced, sorted out the custody situation, moved to New Zealand, met someone new, became a father for the second time. He had a history of drugs, so my imagination didn't conjure up such an outcome, and i'm glad it didn't happen that way.
After i listened to his message i sent a reply, during which my voice broke, and five minutes later i stood on one of the balconies crying. I have not the slightest idea why, i suspect happiness. He mentioned missing my humour, which i can't understand, it's not that particular.
Kirby went mental after being denied chocolate; he's overworked, and i have no idea how to help—at the moment, hopefully.
Picked up the box of Turtles figures i got for Kirby; put them in storage until christmas. He already asked me to watch assembly videos of Spider-Man themed Lego sets… There's his cousin who could discover TMNT any day now, and uncle Hopkins has a box of toys ready.
Speaking of Turtles toys, i'm seriously considering getting a Joytoy figure. Krang perhaps.