Day 19

F'eh.

I'm tired. My back hurts, my neck hurts and now I have cramps, because yanno, timing is everything. Whatevah.

Yesterday my day ended somewhere between 11 and midnight and today isn't looking much bettah.

The kids are coming for dinnah tomorrow to celebrate Twenchett's Birthday, which means I have to make the sauce tonight so it will have time to simmah. Now don't get me wrong, I'm thrilled that they're coming for dinner and to hang with us, and I'm thrilled that my kids like my cooking enough that they look forward to my sauce. But I'm tired. Way tired. If I could fall into a bed and sleep for 24 hours straight, I would do it.

And of course, becuase my life seems, notice I said *seems* why tempt fate, because my life seems to be back on track on going fairly well, today the Universe decided to throw me a curve. You knew it would. It always fucking does.

I saw Jeff. Yes. That Jeff. Yes. My ex Jeff. That Jeff.

Jeff owns his own business servicing and selling copiers, printers and that kind of thing. He does business with several of the people in my office complex. One of his customers is pretty much right accross the hall from me. Yep. You guess it. I was coming out of my office into the main hall, and he was walking down the main hall. And the kicker, that fucking son of a bitch looked right at me and nevah said a word. NOT ONE FUCKING WORD.

Now mind you, I really have no idea what exactly I think he should have said, but I think he should have said something. A hello, a nod, something. After spending damn near 3 years together, and living together, I think I deserved at the very least a "hey".

That's Jeff. Avoid conflict at all cost. Whatevah.