I asked Chris if he has ever read this. He said no, he thought it would be an invasion of my privacy, he expected me to ask him to if I wanted him to. That was nice of him. Though I wish he had sometimes, then maybe he would have had a little more insight into me. I sent him the entry from the day before he broke up with me. I thought it was relevant.

In other news, the water cooler guy has hurt his back, so another cutish (though not as cute) boy came to deliver. I asked him if they had switched routes, which is how I learned he hurt his back, and in this way I also learned that his name is Brian. I think that the next time I see Brian, I might invite him for coffee. He's the one that was mightily impressed with me for reading Dickens. Also struck up conversation with me about Amelie and foreign films. I get the vibe that he's interested in me, and I have always found him attractive. Time to move on. I know for certain now that Chris and I will never get back together. It's over, so there's no sense in hanging on to anything.

Hmmm, lets see. I have a white chocolate slab from Purdy's, the best chocolate in North America. I have nothing to do after work today. My left ear is no longer plugged, however, my right ear is twice as plugged so now I am falling over and banging into things, and I can't hear my music. It feels extremely odd, I can't wait for it to empty out. I'm still hacking out bits of phlegmy mucus, MMMMM. I feel 75% better though.

DAMN, I was hoping to get pneumonia and die as revenge to all the horrible people that have done horrible things, and a way of getting out of paying my VISA bill. CRAP. Oh well, maybe I'll get struck by lightning.

My pits are sweaty. WHY?