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Viktor is entirely packed and ready to go, and yet unexplicably still very much here. Yes, him and his stupid Adult Contemporary radio station. Meanwhile, i think all of the negative energy i have been manifesting towards him (and all the non-effective passive agressiveness) has now backfired and made me sick. Yes, i feel sick. Ever since the middle of high school i stopped getting sick, but i started getting very sick every so often. This past Christmas i was couch-bound with a a fever that was over 103 degrees. I was hoping that my next near-death experience wouldn’t occur for at least another year, but i might be wrong. Either way, i try not to dwell on sickness unless i have to because that just makes it worse. I left the room to play guitar (i had been playing quietly in the room, but then he turned on the stereo and walked out) and suddenly found myself burning up. Back in the room, i feel under control. Either our air conditioner is working wonders, or i am literally making myself sick by not voicing my complaints. Just 24 more hours… 24 more hours… everyone, repeat after me, 24 more hours…

Things i intend to do tonite:

I am not the sort of guy who leers at every attractive women who walks by, and who flirts with every woman who comes within range. In fact, i hardly ever flirt at all. Well… that’s my opinion. I’ve had everyone from my mother to my theatre friends inform me that i am flirting heavily with someone who, in fact, i’m not even attracted to. I find it especially distasteful to flirt with regular female customers at the coffee shop (despite the actions of some of my male co-workers), especially considering that most of them are at least five years older than me. This rule gets slightly bent when people closer to my age come to the store; i’m just naturally friendlier to people who i assume i have something in common with. However, this still isn’t flirting.