I had this horrible dream last night that he shot himself in the head right in front of me. So of course when I woke up this morning I went online to .. I'm not sure what. Email him about the dream? "Hi, I had a dream in which you shot yourself in the head. How are you today?" ... So I didn't end up doing that. But I'm still pretty shaken up.

Anyway, to change the subject, my friend Ben is a big whiner. Just because I didn't write about how James and I spent the weekend before this past one with him, he goes and emails me saying that the weekend "obviously meant nothing" to me. He's apparently so self-absorbed that it doesn't occur to him that maybe I just wasn't in the mood to write a new diary entry until yesterday, and by then, that weekend was old news. He does this to his other friends with online diaries too, you know. He always has to be included. It's just "me, me, me" with you, isn't it Ben? And how was I supposed to go about writing about that weekend, anyway? "So Ben and his friends like to get together in a hot tub and have sex while this one guy takes pictures .. and when we went to that guy's house he showed us some of the pictures and then showed us his whip."??? Do you think they would've believed me? Honestly.

I'm going now, I need tea.

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