24 January, 2002 - 2:59 p.m.

I'll tell you what - I am so hanging out for this daylight saving mumbo jumbo to be over and done with already. I think the novelty of getting up at 5:30am five mornings a week to get to work and be intellectual-like (kind of) before cock crow wore off within the first three days. Actually, I lie. I don't think it was there to begin with.

But that's hardly surprising, right? I think it's disgusting how the east coast can get away with "hey, we have to get up an hour earlier every day for 6 months, -- so ha ha to those of you on the west coast because even though we're ALREADY two hours ahead of you, we'll make you wake up and do the bizz THREE hours earlier. ner!"

bah humbug, and then some.

Another one of my petty grievances at the moment would have to be how one of my best friends has seemingly deserted the rest of us for her current love interest. I mean, hey, I'm extremely happy for her .. and I'm glad that she's found someone who she is completely rapt in.

For the longest period of time she had the biggest phobia of committing to any one person, and so, for the most part of the six years I've known her, she's been wreaking havoc on young boys hearts for a 50 mile radius around us and not caring any which way.

And then he came along. Her current time boyfriend who she's been with for the last .. 6 months? .. and all of a sudden, it's weeks between seeing her. And when we do get to see her, it's only for about an hour, and then it's only to see her give us a quick wave as she climbs back into the car to go and spend the next few weeks hibernating in some mountain cave with no means of communication with the outside world.

She's in one of those relationships where you can't call up her house without him picking up the phone. Or asking her out for a coffee without her turning around and checking with him if they're doing anything first. Or .. or .. or ..

I sound bitter, don't I? Ugh. I can't help it. I miss having my best friend around. Not only that, but I miss the old her when she is around. Because something's changed in the way she thinks. And the way she moves. Even in the way she smiles. It's no longer natural. It's no longer her.

I hate that.