June 24, 2003 - 9:24 p.m.

It is a time for celebration. Earlier today received biological confirmation that I am not pregnant. Horay for me! One of the pharmacists said upon hearing the good news: "Now, if you can manage to successfully remain un-pregnant for two consecutive months, I will treat the store to ice cream cake in honor of the festivities." Jack ass. But I want cake. Started fresh pack of birth control pills this afternoon.

And with all good news comes the bad news. I will spend the next five days doubled over in pain (on or around the toilet facilities) as my uterus tries to eat me. Better than forty weeks of swollen ankles and nausea, with the finishing expulsion of a slimy human being I cannot afford.

My "coolness" was not official until this morning, as I finally put my new cover plate on the cell phone.

Some creepy news. It appears WPOS is home visiting his parents. They live just up the road from me, and I pass them at least twice a day. WPOS's truck was there this morning and afternoon. He has not attempted to make contact. Normally I would be delighted. But it is actually very depressing.

I believe Helen Fielding nailed it pretty well in her fabulous book, Bridget Jones's Diary. "When someone leaves you, apart from missing them, apart from the fact that the whole little world you've created together collapses, and that everything you see or do reminds you of them, the worst is the thought that they tried you out and, in the end, the whole sum of parts adds up to you got stamped REJECT by the one you love."

My neighbor from three apartments down just came to my door. Apparently he just noticed that someone had shot out his living room window, and the police were summoned. I have just been conversing with them. The cop was someone from my high school class. Isn't that funny? My testimony, while appreciated, is useless because I didn't hear anything.

Just realized have been online for large amount of time, and need to get off in case Ken calls.

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