Shawn is trying to break up with her “boyfriend.” He’s barely a boyfriend, because they’ve only been seeing each other for a month. But he acts like they’ve been married for 15 years. Gets really, really mad over little things. Wants her around ALL THE TIME. Can’t handle her going out and doing things without him.

Hence, the breakup.

We’re worried, though. She doesn’t want to get sucked into some long conversation, and she doesn’t want to see him. But the last time she hung up on him and wouldn’t answer the phone, he came over. When I expressed this concern, she said she’d planned to break up with him right before she and I left for this party for our friend Jennifer, who is leaving her job.

Me: “And you didn’t tell him about Jennifer’s thing?”

Shawn: “Nope.”

Me: “You didn’t mention where we’d be?”

Shawn: “No.”

Me: “Good! He’ll NEVER think to look for us there!”

Then, we both realized what I’d just said, and started cracking up. What a mess.

I went to dinner with them last night. Trust me, it’s not worth writing about. I can sum it up by saying he was a jackass, I got caught in the middle, and I’m glad she’s ending it. Girl ain’t happy.

(Random side note - my dad's birthday is Saturday. I have no idea what to get him. I keep a list of gift ideas in my Handspring, but since Mom died, everything sounds inane. So... nothing! How about nothing?! It ain't much, but it's not moronic!)

Neal and I are still trying to figure things out, and that’s exhausting. We think it’s worth it to be talking about us, but that doesn’t make it any easier.

Drama-rama.

I don’t have any real plans for this weekend – just a bunch of ideas. I might take a windsurfing lesson. I might go shopping with Shawn and buy a DVD player. I might go out on a boat. I might paint myself green and walk around the island in a menacing manner, while pouting and whining and telling everyone I’m the Incredible Sulk.

Just kidding about that last one.

I think.