as fights go, last night's was a pretty bad one... having wrapped up a great and eventful weekend at silly-con valley (venture a guess at that one.. it's workable, and the autowallahs are out to con you), i landed back home at night, tired and sleepy. i spoke to her, and told her what i did after she left. she thought i'd blown her off to go visit another friend. i lied stupidly, and got caught. there was no need for it, i could've just said it straight, but i didn't. i fucked up. she gave me hell. i knew i was wrong, even if objectively the issue was small. trust is built gradually over time, like grains of sand rolled into a flawless pearl by the laps of so many waves. but it can erode so much faster by the smallest mistakes. last night was my turn to be a jerk. i aced it. i'm sorry.