Killing time
Blah, it's 4:12 pm on Thursday afternoon. I need to find my co-worker so that I can listen to her call people and do phone screens on them, but she is no where to be found. In the meantime I'm eating an apple.
Sooo how was my first week of being single in two years you might wonder?? It was pretty good, once I got through all the crying and stuff. I think at about 11 pm on Monday night I realized that I was no longer sad. This realization happened to coincide with another incident that was going on at the time, but nonetheless. Sadness gone = good. I've also stopped blowing kisses at my clock which is equally good (see, I used to keep this picture of Matt by my clock that I would blow a kiss at every night before I went to sleep. I don't remember why I even started this ridiculous habit, but it was a habit and thus had to be broken. So after the picture was burned removed, I was still blowing kisses in that general direction, where now only the clock remained. It took several days to stop doing that).
Hey, the co-worker got here! Time to go.
Oh yeah, HAPPY BIRTHDAY ADAM.