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Wednesday, May 3, 2006
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every cloud... silver somethingorother... yeah.
So.
Remember "Theresa Guy"? My crazy semi-stalker who pops up out of nowhere all the time?
Well, I was on the commuter bus tonight, and there he was. I sighed (inwardly) knowing I'd have to get off a few stops before my planned trajectory to the markets and shops and head home instead, just to avoid getting off the bus where he gets off the bus. He hadn't noticed me yet.
I really don't have the energy to shake him tonight. And he did see me in the end -- I watched him try and get off the bus when it was pulling away from my stop.
So.
Now I know he's hanging out where I need to get stuff for dinner. That's just where he is.
And I'm not going there.
What to do?
I guess I could get Indian takeout, but I can't really afford it. Then again, I would pay not to deal with the crazy man.
Takeout it is.
It's better than what I was going to make.
Does that qualify as a silver lining?
6:09:58 PM 
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Meg Fowler.
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