Chrisonomicon

Monday, September 25, 2000

I was rebooted this morning. Someone went into my head and pushed hard, depressing the button labeled RESET, recessed deep in the crevice of my corpus collussum. I actually had a dream last night that I was shot in the head, twice, but was walking around normally as though nothing happened. I woke up with a pounding headache.

My boyfriend, Kurt, called last night. This is a guy that wouldn't even respond to my emails a little over a month ago and is now calling practically every night. Throw in the previous night's encounter with Jay and you have one confused puppy. It's always been this way, there are no in-betweens; I'm either forced to choose between multiple guys or there are none.

So, with today as the beginning, I'm starting the Test. It will be quick and painless. I will stick with my decision. I'm hoping that sharing this decision will force me to make good on it, as my fickleness feigns fortitude forthright.