30 Days

In an effort to help S. beak up with me, I have agreed not to contact her for 30 days. My idea, not hers. But she refuses to take the responsibility to say it is over, and I can't bear to do it. Maybe in 30 days she will realize something or other like how she can't live without me, etc.. Maybe it will all be salvaged then. Of course, the opposite result -- that things are so cold and dead in 30 days that they can be brought back to life -- is much more likely.

My stomach feels heavy and warm; terrible feeling.

Took my Duthie's Book bag to the Extra Foods to save on the number of plastic bags I am brining home.