On The 'Uh Oh' Front...
Will Melina behave herself? Does she want to? Last night I got home from the gym after about 7:30 and there was a message from J. (J of the drunken New Years phone call. J of the 'we hooked up over a year and a half ago but not since...but we talk on the phone about it ALL the time...') J. informs me that he has moved back to the cornfield in which I live. I haven't called him back. I'm almost scared to. I don't even know what I'm afraid of. I'll probably call him from the bar tonight--because that's just how I operate. Drunkenly.



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