Another day in the life, I suppose.

Work, again, is going very well. There are the usual frustrations ("What! That bitch wants to change the foreword to her book AGAIN?!" "He wants to add HOW MANY chapters??), but nothing too unbearable. At least I like what I do, even if I don't always like who I do the work for.

Car's still all fucked up. It's going to cost almost $1200 to fix the car, so ... we'll see whether the dumb lady that hit my car is going to pay for it out of pocket or turn it into her insurance company. Either way, I should find out next week.

And, for some reason, I've been thinking a lot about a former ... well, I guess it was just a complicated relationship. It didn't really have a start, therefore it didn't ever really end and, the strangest thing is, I can't get him out of my head. I don't know why ...

Maybe it's propehtic.