25 February 2005 (yesterday) (tomorrow)

Gwinny sent out a mass e-mail telling everyone that she was happy in the desert.

I'm also starting to notice that I'm reacting to events in my personal life before they happen.  For example, I was in a viciously dark mood during the second week of February which was exactly when Samuel Buckett was making the overtures that would lead Gwinny back to him and away from me.

Reading Gwinny write about how she is finally going to settle down with the perfect man is so real, and so precisely the opposite of what I would want to hear, that it is almost refreshing, like finally finding out the whereabouts of a missing relative's body.   I'm going to stand up, go grab a slice of pizza and a coffee and go to work.  I can't go on, I'll go on.