The visit by my best friends uncle went quite well, none of my fears about what he may say to me actually occurred.

We just ate chorizo and had small talk.

They of course had more serious conversations in my absence, however his uncle is someone my best friend looks up to and I try to encourage that they talk. When things begin to go wrong, my best friend tries to hide it from the people most important to him.

I try diligently to make sure my best friend has outlets for his problems aside from just me – and I don’t want those outlets to be substances of any variety either.

Regardless, it’s been another long day and I think that I should head to bed shortly – perhaps.

Being on third shift really has it’s down side.