I couldn’t concentrate at work today. Everyone must have wondered what was wrong with me. Stuart asked me didn’t I see Ian last night. No, but that’s nothing to do with it, you Wally. I think I may have lost my best friend.
It didn’t help that Donna kept texting me from her iPhone and emailing me from her iPad. She was probably listening to her iPod at the same time. I think she may be iAddicted. Maybe we should have an iConfrontation with her iFriends.
The house felt so empty tonight. So did I.