I couldn't focus properly at work today. My aim was all out of whack as I tried to shoot ceiling wires, and I found myself cursing roundly, because my supervisors were watching, and I was looking bad.
"F-bombs" rained down for a few seconds as I could not help but consider how angry I am at the indifference that Becca has been displaying toward me and the finality of what lies before me.
My supervisors knew exactly what was going on, and instead of riding me, they reassured me that my life is not at much of a debacle as I feel and that I'm going to be just fine. I was glad when three-thirty rolled around.
I managed to leave work and get to the tax office on time early enough to be able to surrrender the tag from the car that Becca wrecked recently and I also succeeded in finding a notary (at my bank) to notarize some of my divorce documents.
Since Becca had to work until ten p.m. tonight, I picked up a movie to watch with Christiansson, and after suppper we enjoyed kicking back with "National Treasure 2", but not before I received my first phone call from Jessica - the pretty blonde lady that Christiansson and I met last Sunday. We spoke for the better part of forty minutes. She is intelligent and creative, I can tell. She is a talker. I am glad of this. She said that she would like to lie on a blanket with me and stare at the stars. She wants to hear all my stories - we could trade tale for tale. She is, as I am, also keen to keep things platonic. I invited her for a walk on the beach on Sunday. She has accepted my invitation.
Well, what can I say. Becca may have no interest in me, but I'll get over all of this hogwash, and I'll find a way to do it quickly, but carefully.
I'm going to make it.
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