02 Sep 2008 ›  1:25pm

You know those days when you wake up riddled with anxiety and the world smells it and just keeps piling it on? This morning I was already freaking out internally over Mr. Man. I haven’t seen him since we parted ways at JFK. He did sit next to me on the way home but never broached the topic of Vegas Shagathon ‘08. I’m not usually so passive about stuff like this but trust me, I was not going to be the “where is this going?” girl. So that’s still out there in the air. Yay! So then, I’m down on floor three reception because all of the other conference rooms were booked blah,blah, blah and what do I see while I’m waiting for an IT guy? A picture of Bloke in a certain English gossip magazine, holding hands with a very young, blonde “starlet” (starlet my ass) who I’ve thankfully never f’n heard of. My stomach completely dropped. Which begs the question—why? Is it because I still have lingering feelings that I’ve been ignoring? Or is it just good old fashioned jealousy? Either option is equally crap in my opinion. As if that weren’t enough to pour miracle grow on my ulcer, Naomi stops me in the hallway and starts grilling me about Vegas. And even though I’m 90% sure that it was just her way of passive aggressively bugging me (since I got to go and she didn’t), I still got really paranoid and panicky that she might know something. Ugh! Get me out of this day!