i spent the majority of yesterday laying on the couch, staring at the ceiling. i've been through the emotional wringer, these past few days, and i'm completely spent.

on the occasion of gaining a new ex-girlfriend, i ended up going out with two separate ex-girlfriends of days past. ironic, huh? i had lunch with angie because i was hungry and tired of sitting around the house wanting to die. we went out to friday's and had huge mixed drinks and pissed and moaned about our lives. me…i have girl troubles, her…she's married. that about sums it up. i hung out while she drove around picking up job applications (she was recently let go by my esteemed company), which really turned into hanging out in the bookstore for a bit. i decided to go home and mope some more, which i proceeded to do for the remainder of the evening.

that is, until jess came home. she saw my gloomy mood and cooked us some garlic cheese bread (a delicacy that i taught her how to create) that i ended up eating about 3 bites of. it was late in the evening and jess decided we should go out and see josie and the pussycats. the idea was, if anything, it was an hour and a half of staring at rachael leigh cook. can't beat that with a stick.

after that it was home for more full-on staring at the ceiling action. i chit-chatted for a while on the ol' computer, but for the most part it was a rather uneventful, sleepless night.

for the record: she said she'd call and she didn't. how pathetic am i to mention that?

and now i'm at work, most likely casting out tons of negative energy, but i don't really care. isn't that what work is for? to ruin your day?

hrm…maybe she'll call tonight…