I should know better than to ask for anything (like C– e-mailing me). It’s almost guaranteed that if I get what I want, I’m going to get it in a way that I will regret. This isn’t what I’m usually known for, but I’m not going to talk about it. At all. With anyone. What hurt the most was the fact that everything he said was true, and he was so goddamn polite about it. And I’m left with no defense. I’m left with nothing to say.
I don’t feel like sharing my pain today.
I’m drinking something called “Clear Fruit,” which has no fruit in it. I doubt if this stuff has ever even gotten a close look at the strawberries and watermelon it’s purported to taste like. However, it has the benefit of having a flavor, and not having any caffeine or carbonation. I’m hoping that if I pamper my stomach for a bit, it will forgive me the little Sambuca episode and quit rioting every time I try to eat something.
I’m also due to update the webring page on Diarist.Net yet again....one of the other kind souls on that site did me the favor of sending me the URLs to no less than eight webrings I’d overlooked.
I didn’t do anything last night, outside of getting a blueberry flavored slurpee and staying up too late. I was nicer to Dirk, but it’s easy to be nice when you’re feeling apathetic. I talked to Chris, for a while, and I talked to Katie A– for a while. The computer shut down in the midst of the conversation, and I wasn’t feeling perky enough to sign back on and resume the discussion.
I’d been helping Letisha with a presentation for her business class...unfortunately it ended up a nightmare for her. She wore her jacket during the presentation, and she was quite literally dripping with sweat. She also neglected to highlight the points she wanted to make, so her presentation ended up taking much longer than the allotted time.
I kind of wish my father wouldn’t be so generous with the bar-b-queue sauce in these sandwiches. I wish I had anything to say that wasn’t an inane observation about my life. Dirk’s supposedly going to see about us hanging out with ‘Bert and Jason tonight.
I’m going to go answer e-mail. I officially give up, unless I’m hit with divine inspiration this afternoon. I’ve got a backlog of e-mail to respond to.