O.K., I lied again. I can only take so much Mind Freak shit before it starts to mess up my mind. Hot or not, I shut him down. I'm cringing at the fact that I just had to turn down 4 free Giant's tickets. To tell you the truth, I'd snap those tickets up as fast as I would Canucks tickets - WHL games are end to end, action packed ones that keep you on the edge of your seat. Fights - lots of them (which, of course, my son loves). But my God, what a fast paced game. Saying no to the tickets was tough...I almost decided to do the very wrong thing and spread my germs around Vancouver. I hate being responsible.

So the ex called...he, too, has me feeling sad. He just returned from a ski trip at Whistler, filet mignon, blah, blah, de fucking blah. Those trips were mine. Now he goes with the guys and I can tell by his immediate calls to me upon his return that it's not the same without me. Good. Better stay that way. He's nagging me to get my ass to the doctor. Oh, which reminds me of a post. Did I ever tell you about the time he saved my life? One of those "you should go to the doctor"/"later" deals. Later almost didn't happen.

Oh well, back to feeling sorry for myself on the couch. Where's my fucking kleenex???