Rock on, Pea.
Eh, anything to cheer you up.
I'm cheered anyway; mostly just took a good night's sleep.
And not running into him today.
Today's usually the day we end up in the same area; I won't be as worried next week, but I think that this week it was relatively reasonable of me to worry that he'd try to confront me and talk to me if he saw me.
Less reasonable, of course, was the idea that I was being followed on the drive back. Some car with evil highbeams was behind me for two turns (maybe two or three miles); I started to get really weirded out by the end of it. Thing is, I wasn't sure if I should be worried aboutt he car behind me, or checking the backseat. Worse, I kept worrying that I'd die with britney spears still playing.
I mean, uh, with, uh.... yeah, fuck it, if THAT's the final straw that makes me lose the respect of the people here, it'll be funny enough that it's worth it.