back to mopeyland

Ok, so I'm sitting on the couch, watching a romantic sitcom which feels somewhat like an emotional kick in the nads. Which is even worse knowing that I'm choosing to inflict it upon myself.

Whee.

Meh.

Also; still feeling vengency towards T. But resisting allright. I'm torn, I guess it is true that misery loves to torture others (company). Maybe I'll go read The Count of Monte Cristo or something and get my revenge fix.

Argh.