What a difference a day makes...

On Thursday the boy I was seeing told me he wanted to pursue a relationship. With another girl.

On Friday my boss told me that I was to take on a challenging new project. Looking for a new job.

I should be a wreck, but I feel oddly relieved and unburdened. I hated my job and in the process of getting a new one when I was sacked. As for the boy, I have another date next weekend. He even has the same name, so no embarrassing, "Davi-er, I mean John" moments.

So don't feel sorry for me because I'm fine. Or maybe I'm just learning to deal with a life that is completely out of control. Either way, I'm off to LAMCA today to see the Klimt exhibit.