There's a definite downside to the part of google chat in which people can attach pictures to their profiles. This is that when I scrolled over my ex boyfriend's name (with whom I chat perhaps once every two weeks or so), I saw his picture, and it startled me. It's not that I've been avoiding his picture, it's that after breaking up with someone there is a process. And generally fairly early in the process I purge my life of the visual reminders, the pictures all go in a box. I have the box, and I have the pictures, and occassionally I even see their digital counterparts on my computer as I scroll through the 4,000 odd pictures on my computer. I was unprepared, and it was like seeing a ghost. It fixated me for a moment, and then I moved on.
In other news, I love sudaphed. If it wouldn't get me put on all sorts of federal watch lists I would probably buy it in bulk. I didn't realize how congested I have been for the last week until this morning when I finally broke down and took sudaphed, and dear sweet lord, do I feel better today than I have in weeks.
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