I am so pissed at Hollywood.
Apparently, a sad ex-lover never shows up at your door dissheveled and morose.
His friends don't call you to tell you he is a broken man.
And you don't get a do-over.
After a reasonable amount of wallowing, I (YET AGAIN (wtf)) pulled myself up and brushed myself off.
No world catastrophes when I took him off Speed Dial, although the weather did suddenly get super stormy.
Despite my last entry, I still hadn't added him to my emergency numbers.
I must have sensed already that "Call in Case of Emergency" will be perpetually relegated to my children and first ex-husband.
I suspect that somewhere deep inside, my equilibrium is set to status Single because I never changed my status on Facebook.
Imagine the quantum physics of a changed Facebook status back to single.
- The tide might never ebb.
- The Salmon might stay downstream.
- Cumulonimbus clouds might never dissipate.
- Candian Geese might Winter in Buffalo.
- Vesuvius might bury Pompeii.
So, for now, there you have it. This blog is not obsolete yet.