Last night I had a premonition that today would suck
First of all, it’s a beautiful day outside. But, more centrally, I am dreading a knock-down drag-out telephone conversation with my ex-girlfriend. I admit, I have wanted for some time to say to her "you are dead to me", but how can you turn away from seven years of close friendship? Further, she still has most of my novels, all of my CDs, and my favorite cooking equipment. Begins to sound like a country song written by a graduate student, don’t it?
It’s hard to justify to myself the number of times I have put myself through the wringer over her (or even, the number of prepositional clauses in this sentence). It must be time by now to stop playing nice and getting hurt, and to excise this emotional cancer.