No place is home without the love of my life. Tonight, I sat at P F Changs with a bunch of people I hardly know and pretended to have a good time. My mind never wanders too far away from Casey. I get so depressed around here that I find it hard to concentrate. I only get to see her for a few days at a time every few weeks. Meanwhile, I take a psychological beating week in and week out. "I'd rather be completely alone than feel lonely in a crowd." I hear that. Right now, instead of pretending to have fun out at a dance club, I think I'll curl up with a few law review articles and will probably dream about better times with my love. For any of you who still read this, my brother in law was just diagnosed with a mild form of Hotchkins disease. Please keep him in you thoughts and/or prayers.