To make things short, Melissa and I are no longer on speaking terms for the second time in a month. If you really have to know how it came about, I might tell you, but not anytime soon. I am upset about it. But let me tell you, it does make me feel a little bit better about moving to Springfield. This time I seriously just want to count my loss and move on. I think it’s because we’re both horribly stubborn and butt heads too often. It’s detrimental to both of us, and neither of us need the stress.
Other than that, we had a car bomb explode outside the IZ today. Didn’t hear it because I was at work, but I went to Google News, searched for “international zone” and found out it killed about five people. I’ve only been here 17 days and I really am beginning to get tired of hearing this crap happen.
I am sitting here now, bored out of my mind, on press desk duty, answering the occasional phone call here and there and getting ready to watch Monday Night Football. I’ll admit I’m still thinking about the earlier events of the night and how the bridge is burned between Melissa and myself…and how things could have been done better. Then I’ll hit a bulls eye on the dartboard next to my desk and forget about everything…..for just a second.
Happy Monday, and happy pay day as well. If there is a positive to take away from tonight, my checking account just grew $1,265.05. That’s all going toward the Springfield fund.
Love you all.
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