Lovesick.
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Jordan surprised me at work with a Spongebob Squarepants "Get Well Soon" balloon and it cheered me up for awhile. I genuinely smiled, and it almost restored my faith in the human race. Almost.
This has been the longest week of my life. Mostly I've been shut-in with the blankets over my windows, air-conditioning on full blast and watching a steady stream of Movies on Demand. I'll never depreciate its value again. I mean, here's a service that allows you to watch a bunch of movies anytime you want, for free, and you don't have to leave your house, so it doesn't matter if you're drunk. I did manage to leave the house last night, though. It wasn't as bad as I thought.
What is bad, though, is living in the same town in which you have so many memories with the person you've broken up with. I wouldn't recommend it to anyone. I can't go out to eat at the places we used to go (which is a hell of a lot of places) either by myself or with someone else. By myself I feel lonely. With anyone else I feel like I'm cheating. Tonight I'd go to Waldo's but I know he'll be there, having a good time with everyone (on Pat's birthday no less, whom will no doubt be accompanied by his girlfriend and pack of good-time having friends). I'm almost afraid to go out because I'm afraid I'll see him with someone else. The thought makes me sick. Seeing him at work when I have to clock in and out is bad enough, and that's when he's alone. Sigh. I don't know what to do. I hope that one day I'll possess the ability to stop caring.
There are a million things I could write about but I'll end it here for now.
Jordan surprised me at work with a Spongebob Squarepants "Get Well Soon" balloon and it cheered me up for awhile. I genuinely smiled, and it almost restored my faith in the human race. Almost.
This has been the longest week of my life. Mostly I've been shut-in with the blankets over my windows, air-conditioning on full blast and watching a steady stream of Movies on Demand. I'll never depreciate its value again. I mean, here's a service that allows you to watch a bunch of movies anytime you want, for free, and you don't have to leave your house, so it doesn't matter if you're drunk. I did manage to leave the house last night, though. It wasn't as bad as I thought.
What is bad, though, is living in the same town in which you have so many memories with the person you've broken up with. I wouldn't recommend it to anyone. I can't go out to eat at the places we used to go (which is a hell of a lot of places) either by myself or with someone else. By myself I feel lonely. With anyone else I feel like I'm cheating. Tonight I'd go to Waldo's but I know he'll be there, having a good time with everyone (on Pat's birthday no less, whom will no doubt be accompanied by his girlfriend and pack of good-time having friends). I'm almost afraid to go out because I'm afraid I'll see him with someone else. The thought makes me sick. Seeing him at work when I have to clock in and out is bad enough, and that's when he's alone. Sigh. I don't know what to do. I hope that one day I'll possess the ability to stop caring.
There are a million things I could write about but I'll end it here for now.