Today, my friend's old boyfriend is getting married. She is ecstatic that she is not the bride. She reminded me of that about 80 times while at work today.

I think she's in denial, and is coping somehow. Tonight her and I, and another friend are going to the London Market up in Salt Lake to have tea and crumpets, because that usually makes things all better.

My heart is sad today. It has stopped its banshee screaming for the moment, and it is sad and hurty. And I don't like it.

Also, I feel like puking. Number A: I woke up too late today to have breakfast before work. Number B: I forgot to eat dinner last night, because I had to go babysitting at 6. Number C: (this is, indeed, the most traumatic of the three) The office here smells of lingering citrus Goo-Gone, which is, by far, one of the most sickening smells on the face of this planet. I cannot breathe, it's that bad. I keep gagging. Eurgh.

So, lately, in my spare time, I've been pondering lucrative business ideas. I have a new weight-loss technique that I need to have patented. Voodoo Aerobics™. The idea there is that you sell voodoo doll kits to extremely lazy people, who make a voodoo doll of themself, and then, while they sit around the telly, stuffing their faces with crisps, they can make the doll do jumping jacks and such.

Well, kids, that's all I have today. I'm feeling too surreal, hyper and sarcastic to post further.

Except I have to say that Fridays at work make me sad, because I know that I have to wait until Monday to see you all again, and that I'll miss all the weekend fun. I hate only being around while I work in the mornings. No one posts stuff, and I feel lonely. Ah well, go figure. I should be used to that feeling by now.