You know, i could easily sulk here in my own dispair and relish what we had. i could spite you and assault you with every fiber of my body. i could cry until my tearducts shriveled up and begged for forgiveness-my migraines pounded a crack in my skull. i could waste away in bed eating stale Frango mints watching reruns of Fraiser.

yeah, i sure could.
but what would it give me? nausea and a fat ass.
do i need more of either? that would be a negative.

so, what now?
it's not like i can treat life like my TiVo. there's no going back. you did what you did, and i said what i said. my life is like a treadmill- and i'm nowhere near being ready to pull the key out in desperation