This time I slept in big-time. I woke up when it was time to go. No time for dressing up or brushing my teeth, for that matter. But hey, I can always find a minute to write down few things in my diary.

We were supposed to meet last Sunday. We didn't. Thursday? He was too busy. Sunday? He called late in the evening saying he would come over Tuesday. Did he? No. Goddammit Paul. Make up your fucking mind. I'm so damn tired of your excuses, and if they are true, then maybe I just don't like life itself. But dude, you could have at least called. That's what cell phones are for.

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