Regarding my "5:00" entry... Rod came up the stairs aa little while ago and I was sure that he'd come up to tell me that he and Noel were happy to order Chinese with me, for I was lovely and good and sweet and wonderful and clearly hungry. But no. They were leaving to drink. And so, I am alone, Chinese food-less, sitting at my computer desk sobbing and watching the tears roll onto the keyboard as I softly whisper "Peking ravioli" over and over again...
Ah, melodrama. How I love you.
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