Because It's Better To Be Irrational With Me Than Rational With Someone Else ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- It's Like, You Know, He Loves, They Care, Want Their Life Back To Normal, And You Know, It's All My Fault. Typical. I have not spoken to Stan since Tuesday; and will not until I receive a proper apology� of sorts. This disrupts the normal routine of our group. Our morning coffee runs, ruined. Our afternoon coffee runs, destroyed. Our group lunches� forget about it! HM complained the only reason we (Stan, HM, the Boss, and me) did the coffee runs is because of me; I made the day start with happiness and laughter and hugs (WTF?! Obviously I need coffee if I do this stuff without even realizing!), and now the coffee runs are: silence, talks about work: �how�s the calculation?� �running� and silence once again. Our boss does not like this. HM does not like it. Stan� well, I have not spoken to him since Tuesday. Before I left for PA for the delivery of bad news, I stopped by my boss� office as he wanted to see me about the paper we are planning on publishing. We chat work-related talk, and then it turns to friends. HM thought he should throw his opinion at me too. This really does affect everyone, I hear. Stan knew I had to leave to PA to receive really bad news from my doctor. He said nothing to me as far as this went. Not even �Good Luck.� There goes our friendship, down the drain. I hate myself for loving him. 10:06 p.m. - October 23, 2009 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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