His Corner of the World

So lunch Monday was pathetic.

Haven't owled Susan. Or stopped by. I have no idea what to say that wouldn't sound petty or small. So I've said nothing, which I'm sure will go over like a lead balloon. I'm quite possibly the worst boyfriend ever, but I'm quite certain someone's told me that before. She deserves better than me, obviously. But not Bletchley. Pretty sure I may hate him.

Saw Padma in the corridor today. Almost knocked her down. She looked pretty I'm concerned for her. Mostly over all the Bletchley hate.

Quite put out with Pansy. She could've had a bit more compassion than than she did, Monday. Well, actually, I'm not sure she's capable of compassion.

Redheaded Secretary Genevieve is working out marvellously. At least a relationship with one of the women my life is going right. The one I have to pay, naturally. Oh, that Cormac could read that and twist it into something perverted. Must find another male friend.

On that note, I'll go back to work.