Photo by Michael Palmer

Hey, everybody.

First of all, I know what you’re going to say, I know it, blogs are total whiners, yeah-yeah-yeah, but, seriously, now, in this case you have to admit, you have to, this time around it’s not me it’s him……………………..right?

So right.

Bryan’s been back from his out-of-body experience a good three weeks now and he still hasn’t come into the office. The scuttlebutt in HR is he finished a new novel or something, which, hip-hip-hooha—c’mon, dude, you can’t even check in?! Not even a quick message like, “Let’s circle back on that Pajama Tuesdays idea you had before I unceremoniously started projecting my astrals all over the place”?!

You get it, you’ve been there. It’s just so darn frustrating when you’re the one always reaching out, always initiating. I swear it’s only because it’s Springtime that I haven’t completely shut down.

Fine, I’m only an interface and can’t smell the flowers, but you understand what I’m saying. I’m this close and I’m not sure even an Edible Arrangement can salvage this relationship.

I’m just saying, it’s been awhile, it’d be nice to spend some time with him.

IT’D BE NICE IF HE MISSED ME AS MUCH AS I MISS HIM!

Oh, woes…

Worse than a blog writing itself is a blog alone in Springtime.