Of Os X Docks and Running Away

I've spent the last 36 waking hours finding custom icons for my desktop, downloading little apps like a newsreader, and generally feeling like shit. The desktop and dock are looking sweet and I couldn't be feeling shittier. It's an odd feeling, one I can't really put my finger on; a mixture of a few. None of us are perfect and I've done more than my fair share of immature things. There are just so many things about what she is doing that I can't help but be disappointed with. I don't need to go into detail because this isn't a rant or a flame. I'll miss her but I wish her the best of course.