Corrie pointed out the other day that I have suddenly lost a rather large portion of weight. And sure enough, I realize that most of my clothes are too big, and I've gone down a belt size over the last few weeks. I attribute it to Laura's fool-proof health plan of overwork, stress, and eating two packs of Ramen a day. Gah. I need to reorganize my food/alcohol money. Not that I mind losing the weight, but I think this may soon get to be unhealthy.

It also occurred to me that I completely forgot to mention last week how awesome Mike T. is. He came over Monday evening and brought both me and Corrie a dozen roses each, complete with very appropriate anti-V-day cards. It was awesome. Thank you Mike, for the one good memory I have of a boy this week, lmao. :-)

In other news, thank you to everyone for the messages of encouragement, and the usual offers of ass-kicking. As far as I can tell, once word got back to his friends about what had happened, no one has seen or heard from him since Friday afternoon. So I'm imagining he's possibly left town for awhile? Or, uh, maybe someone did take care of things for me and hasn't told me yet? Yech... I guess he's probably just terrified both of the wrath of his friends, AND the possibility I'd be pressing charges. Meh. Still so disappointed though. I hate this...the whole looking back to the last few days and wondering if all that time he was planning this. Wondering what of those wonderful conversations was even true, or if he had just done his research and was telling me what I wanted to hear. Gah...betrayal, betrayal, betrayal...

See?? This is why I hate holidays of any sort. Whenever I think of V-day I remember loosing one ex to the theatre department whore, and now loosing the man I loved back home, and also getting involved with a sexual preditor. Dammit. Wonder why I don't tell anyone when my birthday is, either? The memories are just as bad...getting dumped on my birthday back in highschool...having the flu...watching a man die in a car accident a few days later... I try to think of the good memories too, like Jacob recording Running Awake for me, me and Jeremiah going out with Cathy to a nice Italian dinner, getting my bat'leth, or giant sqoooshes...and I do appreciate those memories, but it seems like all the good is always constantly overrun by the bad.

Anyways, off to work for our two show day...

(Listening to a lot of Korn lately. I haven't hit my anger stage yet, but it's coming...)

Song of the Day: Korn - "Hollow Life" www.korn.com