Whatever it was, it seemed to work. Maybe my computer just needed fresh air, or something. This probably isn't good, because I smoke almost constantly while I'm online. Heh. Maybe my computer needs secondhand smoke to function now. It was having a nic fit.

***

D. isn't here right now. I was out all day running dozens of errands. When I finally got home, he was asleep, so I plopped on the couch with a book of crosswords. My plan was to chill out till he woke up, then maybe we'd do something. He came out of the bedroom, saw I was doing a crossword, and went over to Vincent's. Feh.

I'm kind of wondering what's happened to us lately. We barely even talk anymore. I've tried to take him out to eat twice this week, but the timing was wrong both times, and we had to rush through eating so he could get to work.

We don't even really have very much in common. I'm starting to think that the only reason we're still together is out of habit. That sucks. I still enjoy his company. I want to do stuff with him, but I feel like we've exhausted all the things we both like. Besides, I'm not so sure if he still wants anything to do with me.

***

I called Christine last night. She'd sent me an invitation to her son's birthday party. I wanted to tell her I wouldn't be able to make it.

While we were talking, she mentioned that the reason she'd been so psycho when she called all those times when Arthur was here was that one of her kids had been stung by a bee, and had an allergic reaction. She'd panicked, but it all turned out ok.

I feel terrible. I assumed a lot of things in those entries, and made a few connections that, looking back, I probably should not have made. Feh.

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