Today, I saw my ex, Fraser.
He and his family picked me up from the bus station.
I asked him if we could talk. He said maybe. Later in the evening, before bed, I asked again. He said that he was past everything and that he was back to normal.
I guess that means that he can't be a gracious host, at the least. I don't even know what to do right now.
I feel like crap. I've been eating too much. It's bad...
Today (I didn't finish my blog post from last night) I am going to be 'sick...'
It's my safest bet.
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