There's someone who works in an oil services company here in Houston that goes back and reads every post I've ever written about baltassoc every few months. I think they're trying to figure out what happned in that relationship, though maybe it's someone that knows him. I don't know. It happens every time I mention him in a post, directly or indirectly. I suppose I sort of understand since I never really publicly posted about our break up. I went from talking about him all the time to disappering for three months to avoiding all mention of him for a year. That may have been slightly confusing to some people, especially people who don't know me outside of this journal. Still it's unnerving to wake up in the morning, check my tracking software and see that someone spent forty five minutes and 56 posts looking into my romantic history with baltassoc. This time they looked at the beginning and the end of the relationship.

For the record, we dated very seriously for 11 months, he dumped me over a year ago, I eventually got over it though it took me a long time, and now I'm definitely moved on to something that I think is pretty damned awesome.

Moving on...

I got my flu shot this morning. In the right arm. Didn't even flinch. I am ready. Bring it on, orthomyxovirus. You're not going to take me down with your energy sapping powers or the hacking cough or the fear of suffocating in my own fluids. Or, the eyeball pain that no one else believed in until they got the same flu. You're not going to make me buy nyquil and sudafed and a gagillion kleenexes. You're not going to make me unable to perform wedding ceremonies again because I can't speak. You're not going to take me out for a week so I can barely stand. I'm ready for you. Er, at least a strain or two of you.

(I like the common cold better than the flu, but I suppose that all microbes can't be cute. And don't get me started on the venerial diseases. Chlamydia is downright adorable, though syphilis has a certain charm.)