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Jun. 25.03 @ 10:14 p.m.

Hot damn! It's 10pm, yet still 30C outside. Can we get a little relief, please?

I must admit, I've been a little pre-occupied lately, and quite neglectful of my diary. Tsk, tsk. Good thing nobody reads this anymore.

So, a nice little bomb was dropped on me this afternoon. I got a message from an ex (the one I liberally referred to as a bastard between diary entries #2 to 467), and he was acting rather odd. Ecstatic, even. I was like, wtf? He told me he might have a new job, and guess where? Already, I was bracing myself for the answer, because I just knew what he was going to say. Just knew it. My place of employment. Kaboom! WHY!?!

And so it goes. I could elaborate on this, but if you've paid attention at all for the past few years (ha! fat chance of that!), you'll know why. Why I'm being punished. Dammit.

It's been one of those days...where you come home and hit the sauce the minute you walk through the door. Well, it's also bloody hot out, and cold, cold beer hits the spot mighty fine, I tell ya.

Okay, I'm too distracted to finish my thoughts, so I'll leave it at that.

Back to mute status.

C.

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