August 30, 2003
“Help, I need an idea for my 100 words. Got writer’s block.” “Why don’t you write about how you canceled lunch on me today?” Hmm. Guess it did bother him. I’m allowed to change my mind, aren’t I? There is something unsaid these days between him and I and I haven’t quite figured it out. Our friendship seems to be invariably deteriorating. I almost don’t know if it would exist anymore if not for work. Scary. Will have to find something nice to do next week. In fact I should probably resolve to try to be nicer with all coworkers.