The following is more of a note to self than an actual post. It serves as a preservation of my explainations of what went wrong before I completely forget the words I finally found for them on January 22. The latter will be more of a traditional entry. Here goes. "1) If we had lived together from the start, we would have probably noticed our one and only major compatability flaw: I am a planner (and a pretty compulsive one, at that) and he procrastinates. On everything. 2) School 2A) I'm stressed... read more
