Ugh! Allergies: you are my bane! Oh Friday I some how contracted the bird flu and have felt crappy ever since. Dianna came up yesterday morning, and we went shopping yesterday. Good fun! Then we were going to go to a country western bar for some line dancing. I ditch my heels in favor of boots, and my cute shirt for a western like tank top. And let's not forget the cowboy hat. So we go to the bar the Rock N' Horse, only to discover it's this shady looking bar with lots of old people. And then there's the drunk screaming on the landing, and it's only 11:00. So we decide to hit the Fort Wayne staple of Piere's. Dancing and a little drinking ensued and a good time was had by all. Today dianna and I had lunch at biaggi's, and we had the weirdest waiter ever. As I mentioned earlier, I'm having some allergy problems. Therefore, on occasion I need to clear my throat of all the phlegm that has accumulated in my throat. The waiter was at our table when I cleared my throat and he stares right at me and says "Was that for me?". I said "uh...no?" And he explained that sometimes people clear their throats to get his attention. Well...even if that was the case...isn't that a little rude of him to point it out to me? Then he goes on to tell us that when people snap at him, he just totally ignores them, and if they wave (to get his attention) he just waves back and goes back to doing what ever it was he was doing. Now...am I wrong in saying YOU'RE A WAITER!! It is your job to serve those who are at your table. While I do believe throat clearing and snapping are rude, it is still your job to provide those people with whatever they want. And this is biaggi's, not McDonald's. So get off your high horse and do some damn work. Needless to say, Dianna and I did not take to him very well at all. Some people amaze me in their apparent inability to completely miss the appropriateness of the moment.

PS. last night i cut up Brett's Triangle t-shirt, and I burned the poem he wrote me. It was incredibly cathartic, but not quite as much as the day he text messaged me, and I realized that i had no feelings left. Go me! For those curious, it has been almost 2 years since we officially broke up, and about a year and 9 months since i saw him last. The healing took a long time, but eventually it happened, and that's what matters.