It was another stiff drink moment. I finally received the wedding invite via email. Though after telling him last Friday what I thought about him, I realized that whatever temporary madness and longing sprung from who he is and how he affected me has ended..

It felt...over.

Not in the party was a dud sense or yahoo! it didn't kill me way --- just the slight, lingering empty feeling. It's similar to Chinese food after a couple of hours kind of empty.

Had to buy books and blew some two days worth of allowance (scoff, faux budget, scoff).

Found : Modern Manners: An Etiquette Book for Rude People by PJ O'Rourke for the grand price of 115.00

Finished two books last weekend. Paisley Girl and the Mistress of the Art of Death (Don't ask me about authors as I am absolutely rubbish with names --- including fictional characters) I am supposed to be stockpiling books for my coming vacation ---

I did tell him to send me an invitation. And he did. But dude....the subcontinent is too far. And I might be the one to object to the wedding and experience being lynch mobbed by both you and your brides family. I have no desire to be drowned in curry.

Scene from a day :

Trainee trying to give an example: "...But if the colleague are your friend, is it still haRRASment? ..."

G left last Friday. This boy swings from the opposite poles of happiness and mania. Yesterday, apparently, somebody told his ex-boss about his resigning. Ex-boss (AKA the Lights are On But Nobody is Home) "ran" into his sister and promptly told her about it -- in turn, prompting G to wish the bloody hounds of Gaydom to sic on him.

This just keeps on getting better and getter.