Saw Shopgirl and realized why Frank didn't want me to see it.  Yeah.  Kinda close to home.  Except he's the one with someone else, not me.  All the more pathetic.

I think I am finally separating.  It's like pulling off a conjoined twin.  A whole person, the one who was so deeply in love with him, is dying.

I fought it.  We continued to meet.  We continue to talk, friendly-like.  It continues to hurt. 

I guess I can't say never again yet, since our last lunchtime tryst was less than a week ago. 

But I can say it feels more over than it ever has.  I feel more.  Over.

And Mother's Day sucks.

I finished my ScriptFrenzy and submitted my blankityblank pages at 2359-30 thank you verra much.

I am proud.  6 years of Nanowrimo and I never once finished my 50,000 words in 30 days.  Got damn close, damn close.

I missed last year by a few thousand words, why? Because I gave up valuable writing time for lunchtime nooners with Frank (and look how much good THAT did).

Ahh, got to run... kiddos...