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Work keeps calling me. I know what they want; for me to come in tonight to cover for my aunt, who's staying home sick. But I don't feel like going. I'd rather sit around and... do nothing, really.
Chris is coming over Monday. We seem to have things to talk about. Like how he dated the girl in the dorm upstairs from him two weeks after he broke up with me. Like how he refuses to say a damned thing to my face. I want to hit him. I'm thinking I really might this time.
In more cheerful news, I'm knitting my brother a scarf and it's nearly two feet long already~
On to writing. Or knitting. Or... something. Just as long as I don't need to answer the damned phone.
Chris is coming over Monday. We seem to have things to talk about. Like how he dated the girl in the dorm upstairs from him two weeks after he broke up with me. Like how he refuses to say a damned thing to my face. I want to hit him. I'm thinking I really might this time.
In more cheerful news, I'm knitting my brother a scarf and it's nearly two feet long already~
On to writing. Or knitting. Or... something. Just as long as I don't need to answer the damned phone.