The ex cancelled on me. By email. The flu, she says. Don't think I believe it.

I am actually not all that surprised, to be honest. The amount of times she's said things like "I have food poisoning" or "my back hurts". You know, nobody has food poisoning that often.

I don't care whether she's sick or not. I don't care whether she has my journals or not. I've been years without them and I've gotten along just fine. 

I'm pissed off beyond all belief...But I'm still not surprised. I am annoyed because of how much effort it's taken me to calm down and be ready for this and now, now nothing. God. I have mouth ulcers because of this (not because I've been making out with weird people, but because they're stress induced - aren't I lucky?).

In the email she said we could either reschedule or she could find a way to drop them off to me. There is no way in hell she's coming anywhere near my home. Not a fucking chance.

You know in movies how you see someone - usually someone in an office - and they're pacing back and forth, gesticulating wildly? That's what I'm doing right now...Pausing, of course, to type.

I'm going to kill her. Or something. Probably nothing, actually, but I'm livid.

And still not surprised.