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I ran into Bianca today. She was with Chase. Can you believe this guy's name is Chase? I should've known. Anyway, She was a little embarrassed I think, since they were practically fucking in the cereal isle. I guess Chase lives nearby, so I've probably seen him playing Ultimate Frisbee or something like that. Now that I've met him though, I still hate him with a passion for several reasons:

First, he called me 'Hoss." We are not at TGIF's, I'm not on a beer run with you, we are not frat brothers. Do not call me Hoss.

Second, he called her 'Babe.' If you're gonna date someone with a name like Bianca, fucking use it! Babe is for Betty and Christine and all the other boring generic names out there, but I guess someone with a name like Chase finds "Bianca" dull and boring. Fucker.

Third, he had a bowl of Granola in his hand. What kind of man eats a cereal with no sugar in it? Isn't that the point of cereal? I guess he read that birdseed and little bran granules are good for you, maybe his soccer buddy told him about it or something, but come on. People have cracked teeth with that stuff.

So, I've officially met Chase, and I'm officially "The Ex-Boyfriend." She didn't introduce me as such, but I could all but hear her whisper it to him after I pushed my cart around the corner. Funny enough, I'm not really upset about this. I've seen them naked and sweaty so much in my dreams that I'm pretty desensitized to the whole situation.

Ever since I "quit" my job, things have been getting better. I still have incredibly vivid dreams. Dreams where I'm lifted up into the sky instead of falling, or where I'm being pushed through some sort of tunnel system like I'm at Disneyland on those automated chairs, but there's no more fiery explosions or charring flesh or anything like that. I guess the music's been working. Of course I'd kill to have another zombie/erotic dream. I'm REALLY missing the sex part of the relationship, although I've made an oath not to turn this into a penthouse letter.

Oh, I looked into that Sleep Center thing and made an appointment for next week. I guess what happens is I go in for a meeting, then I sleep there for like two or three nights, and they run all sorts of tests and whatnot, then when they have things figured out they either give me something to fix whatever's wrong, or tell me that they can't help and take my money anyway. Oh well. I feel like I need it.


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