I feel like Bridget Jones when she shouts out "NO!" upon hearing that Mark is to wed Natasha and go to New York. Just, NO! I cannot let this happen! The story is too perfect, hell, I even forgot the perfect story because I was so anxious at the thought of him leaving!! It seems appropriate, actually, the Bridget Jones reference... the aforementioned doona story was the result of me falling asleep in front of Bridget Jones 2 [deplorable movie I must say; the sequel can never quite live up to the original], and I spent much of yesterday watching the original, unable to walk thus being couch-stricken for a number of hours. Nicole's mum said that she was instantly reminded of me when she saw it. I don't know whether or not to take offense. I think I did take offense, but to be honest, it probably is a lot like me. Oh fuck I can't believe this, I can't sleep and I never turn the computer back on once it's off for the night! What has he done to me? Why do I care so much about him?! We only ever get into arguments anyway and also, I have proclaimed my disinterest on many occasions recently owing to this fact [and to the video phone incident which, admittedly, was pretty funny. But far too embarrassing!] Oh my God oh my God oh my God I don't want him to be out of my life. Take someone else. Take... Rob. My brother. Either of my next-door neighbours. Just don't take him away from me. You're only thinking about him because you caught him looking at you. Yeahh I know. That and it was fate. Come on. We were meant to be. You'll see him on Thursday. No I won't! And even if I do, I won't talk to him. I never do when its out of context, I feel way too awkward. You will run into him at some point in the next two years, guaranteed. Oh fuck off and let me be a pessemist. I'm going to go and be miserable elsewhere now. Goodnight.