St. Peter Don’t You Call Me

Today’s plan was to pick up Clueless after work, and bring him and his new three-week course of antibiotics home for a well-deserved rest. These plans fell apart this morning when CW once again tossed his cookies. At this point, we’re running out of non-invasive options. And I’m not sure what to do next. The…

Met up with the ex last night for dinner and a movie. It was actually a pleasant evening, though I found myself babbling throughout. He has a tendency to leave big, awkward silences, which I feel compelled to fill. He’s taken care of getting my name off the old bank accounts finally, and says I…

I dyed my hair. Nothing major, just a rinse to cover the creeping grey scourge. It’s still wet, so I can’t really evaluate the results yet. I’m already afraid of what I’ll see when my hair dries, though.

At least, it would be Indian Summer, were the sun out. It’s in the sixties, and the bit of rain we had earlier this morning has passed now. I can even fancy seeing a bit of blue sky to the west, but I’m not counting on anything. I stopped by the shipping store last night…

Someone reading this has done something to hurt me. It was not an accidental slight. This was mean-spirited, malicious and required some small amount of preparation. Please, don’t e-mail me to ask if it was you. If you aren’t sure, then it wasn’t you. If you are sure, you really won’t have any reason to…

Well, I dragged my little carcass back to work today. It wasn’t as difficult as I thought it would be; the sleeping pill didn’t knock me quite as unconscious has it did the night before, and I was already awake when the alarm went off this morning. Being awake does not equate to being competent,…