Dear Fate-

Thanks for providing me with the girly version of cajones, or at least letting me borrow them for a bit. I don't miss working on construction sites, open-pit mines, or highways. At all. My hair is looking much better these days now that I don't wear a hard hat. Alas, I don't sleep nearly as much anymore, but I'm sure my lab partners appreciate my hard-earned understanding of organic molecules and stoichiometry. Also, the demise of my 50-mile-round-trip commute is doing wonders for my personality, and is convieniently timed to avoid the annual mass mark-up of gasoline. I also thank you (actually the credit goes to Knotted ) for a new opportunity to do some volunteer work in my new potential field. For once, I'm not so freaked out about my future. What comes will come.

However, now I must move on to some points of contention. Will you mind knocking some sense into my dear friend? After knowing each other half our lives, he's decided to throw a temper tantrum because I do not want to date him. Never mind that I've had the same boyfriend for the past two-plus years, never mind that we've had this conversation before- it's been over three months since dear friend will answer email or pick up the phone, and I'm pissed. I feel rather blindsided by the sudden declaration of apparent everlasting love, and even more so by the just-as-sudden declaration of apparent everlasting hate. I feel this is indicative of exactly why I do not want to date said friend, as I really don't go for this kind of behavior. Can you at least inform my friend that he should at least talk to me in person about this so we can resolve something? (perhaps you could lend him some of those cajones).

Thanks. Much appreciated. Now, where's spring? You teased us with 70 degrees last week- let's do it again!