My Give Up!

Through an attempt to be helpful, a male friend depressed me to no end last night, as he told me that POI probably just wasn't that into me and was being polite about the whole situation. I could be all feminist and modern and say "I don't need a man to validate me," but I sure would like the ones that seem like nice guys to:

1. Continue to be Nice guys and
2. Stick around

One's self-worth does not improve with this sort of situation. Of course, I haven't talked to POI in a while (probably a sure sign of imminent doom), so I can't confirm these suspicions. In true new-woman fashion, however, I did not eat or cry or shop to feel better--I went to sleep at 8:30 at night and didn't wake up until the alarm went off at 5:30. Actually feel quite awake, but still a bit depressed.

I can't go into too many details, but let me just say that I actually got reprimanded for doing my job yesterday. I snapped back with something about all the other people who SHOULD have done their jobs before me.

Cleo is sitting RIGHT next to the keyboard staring at me. I really have no idea what she wants. She's awfully cute though. And purring. So no matter what, my cat still loves me.

Guess I gotta ask the question to POI this week. Just so I know how to plan my long weekend. (Go Columbus, discovering a bunch of islands!)