Back to the real world, or so it is as I perceive it . . . .

I really hate it when people whom you already have difficulties with insist on butting in when you receive bad news. Especially when they are happy for other people in the room and just really should not have been privy to any of the information.

It is rude to be cheerful over it, too. At least, I must say, at first. Some privacy, please. You can congratulate Kenn later. For now, can the two of us just discuss it? Would it have been that difficult to give us five minutes alone? This kind of puts a crimp in Kenn's life, too. It doesn't help him to interfere in our decision right now. Oh, and your advice is not welcome. I really need to move the hell into my own place. But I still have my stillpoint. (I wrote about that earlier, but I'll post it later.

Oh, and I got a job today. I think I'll hate it, but it will give me some way to earn money. That's another thing. I was happy about having gotten this job, and this person who has learned too much about what was to be private just ran it into the ground. Well, I'm off to take a bubble bath. Is this a good enough excuse to eat a whole cheesecake? Or a dozen Krispy Kremes? Or is this too thinly veiled?
--Zoe