This is a prime example of how far my life has fallen into the realm of the absurd. In order to finish an obit story for today's paper, I had to take my lunch hour from job #1 at 1 p.m., drive 5 miles away to the Galleria so I could get a half decent cell phone signal and do interviews from the parking lot. Worst part is, I could only sit there for twenty minutes since it took me about ten or so to get back to my darkened little corner of the office. Sigh. I need to have only one job. This is getting out of hand.

My poor friend Chris emailed me yesterday. Actually, I should say I emailed him and he actually wrote me back. Looks like the girl he was seeing broke things off. I feel terrible for him. He really liked her. That was one thing we have in common, when we fall, we fall hard and the recovery period is a little bit longer each time. I know he'll eventually move on, he's a trooper like that. It just hurts me to see my friends hurting too. Hit me on the right day and I'll tear up at anything. See, that girly girl I've spent so many years fighting to keep hidden is starting to come out. Who knew?