Pile that on top of the fact that Leonard Cohen's "I'm Your Man", which was basically the only thing I listened to for the entire month of December, is stuck in the non-operational CD player that the hoodlums disabled, and I'm not a happy camper. I've even been wanting to hear "Jazz Police" and I usually skip that one. I need to hear him say "the monkey and the plywood violin"!!!!! It calms me. I don't know why.
You know what really pisses me off? People who "can't" (won't) talk about their feelings or what's really going on inside their head unless they're drunk.
I had breakfast after I finally got back to Laurel with Chris. I had a chocolate chip pancake and a banana. I hope that's good enough for my colon. We talked about everything! Relationships, health issues, work, not work, and frankly, and I know I've been optimistic before, but frankly right now I feel that I am on the verge of possibly maybe soon being able to solidly call an ex "friend". And that pleases me. I made him listen to me talk about About Schmidt, as well. I love that movie. They say it may snow this evening. I really hope it doesn't so that I can drive to work in peace. I cheated on my diverticulitis diet when I got home and had a piece of the Godiva bar that has raspberry goo in it (with SEEDS). I hope I don't regret it. I read somewhere that the whole seeds thing may have been wrong anyways.
Addendum: Apparently my parents are starting up a used car lot. If you need a cheap car that's been extremely well cared-for, check out swartzdk. They have FOUR.