WO...

Hey, its almost Feb. Where in the hell did January go, huh?

Got this lingering cough still.

God, it was gloomy yesterday. All I did was stay in and sleep. Kate had to work so what else was I supposed to do. Rained all day.

Heard from Dylan. Guess he's ok. I think he was really falling for that co-worker of mine. It seems he's crazy about her kid now. Yeap, nothing going on between them, but he still comes over and sees her kid.

I think he's still a little needy. Poor guy, ever since Jules dumped him, well, he hasn't been the same. I think he still loves her even if he won't admit it, and I don't know why in the hell I know this. ITS NOT SOMETHING I think about constanly, but I just know. And I don't know what he's expecting me to do. He's got to get on with things. He's practically in college, anyway. Thats what he ought to focus on. Not somebody's kid or what might have been with Jules.

Its like a sickness, you know. And hell, I don't want it. All I can say is, "Sorry, dude, better luck next time."

"Well, what if there's NEVER a next time, huh?"

Shit. What do you say to that? He was wanting to hangout and stuff, but I said I was under the weather. Why does he have to talk to me about his LOVE LIFE? Believe me I'm NO EXPERT. I mean, I can't even have sex without wearing a rubber these days with my woman. And I'm married to her.

"Maybe you talk to much." I told him over the phone. Cause, seriously, the dude was giving me too much information. "Ever thought of that?" Said he'd thinking on it. That shut him up.

Now Kate wants to cheer him up. She baked him some brownies. "The dude does not need your brownies, baby." She won't even let me touch one.

She thinks she might know someone to hook him up with. Here we go again. Yeah, she's making meatloaf tonight. I gotta mash the potatoes.

I just called Dylan. Of course, he can come over. God, I hope it won't be just the three of us.

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