Heartbreak Hotel
Wednesday, May 17th, 2006Woe. Loss and pain, etc. I will spare you most of the gory the details of my current emotional anguish. I wish it was about something worthwhile, like the imminent extinction of the cheetah, or the plight of London’s street pigeons, but no, it’s just over a stupid man*. It’s pretty grim though, and I’m costing the office a fortune in Kleenex. Thank god I now have my own office, and can cry in relative privacy.
It’s a strange old process, this break-up lark. I seem to have gone from ‘Oh, goody, I’m over it. That was reassuringly quick. Pass the ketchup’, which was the state of play midweek last week, to ‘Every second of the day is an exercise in mental torture. Bring me a variety of classified pharmaceuticals and a trough of vodka immediately.’ When will it end?
On the upside, I’m going to see Mission Impossible 3 tonight. I’m quite excited. I haven’t been to the cinema for a while. Also, the Da Vinci Code opens on Friday. I have so much to look forward to.
Right. I’m going home now, to clean up the half pint of cream I accidentally sprayed all over the living room furniture/my clothes/the bedroom door this morning, after shaking it enthusiastically without checking the lid was on. Can’t wait.
That is all.
*Not that the man in question is at all stupid. Just men as a whole.
