and this morning I saw a man walking down the street in his furry ratty pink bathrobe and his gorilla slippers talking to the cat-puppet on his hand...

He looked to be deep in conversation... maybe the two crazies were discussing the meaning of life and death at length?

I learned over the weekend that an ex-boyfriend of mine killed himself last year. I don't know what I feel. Maybe a hint of sadness, I don't know. We had a brief 7 month fling 10 years ago. What am I supposed to feel?