After going through the stages of loss in a minor way this weekend: mopey on Sunday, grumpy on Monday, resigned on Tuesday, yesterday I get a call out of the blue from Mr. Coma. I'm finally inspired to grant him a pseudonym: Mr. Coma, because when I don't get a call in 4 days I assume someone is in the hospital in a coma. So I'll call him Mr. Coma for now until he earns a status upgrade. Perhaps Mr. Semi-Conscious, and then maybe Mr. Coherent.

Anyhow, he tells me he's sorry for being completely AWOL, but not after I get to rake him through the coals for a bit. That's not usually my style, but I was pissed, and had seriously moved on in my mind.

Actually, I think I have moved on. It's that kind of week for some of us. And although I got some good gurl-support chat in on the cell phone last night with Bubba and Gurl and Keith, I'm still a little sore. I think I'll take the advice of Keith in that I see the writing on the wall (he's an inconsiderate workaholic, and admits to it), I will be interested in seeing him again on a more just-for-fun level, but definitely won't consider him a long term investment of any sort. Too many red lights immediately went off when he said, "I was so busy I forgot to call." I'll also take the advice of Bubba in that I should quit being a big girl about it and stick to my former statements of taking things slow and at a mature pace.

Here's why this guy is no longer a serious prospect: DC is full of workaholics, and you have to be very wary of them here in The District. Sure, it's an expensive place to live and I sure could use some extra income from extra hours myself, but there are those that feel working 60-80 hours a week equals some kind of sick redemption and they will recieve an award when they go to heaven. Anyhow, the last time I checked, it was 2004 and we have witnessed amazing advances in instant messaging, e-mail, and telecommunications. A quick call saying one is 'busy but just wanted to say hi' will not interrupt even the busiest of schedules.

So yeah I do have issues with workaholics. My Friendster profile specificially says 'Balance is the key - NO WORKAHOLICS'. My brother is a burnt out windsurfing/snowboarding bum and I think his work ethic (next to zero) is quite healthy. So I just don't get it when a person is 'too busy' to call, especially in today's Age of Information.

And of course we must remember: JIMBO AIN'T NO SIDEDISH. I am the main entree, and a yummy one at that.

Enough about that. Yesterday at the doctors office Dr. Woof referred me to a dermatologist, as there is a suspicious looking technicolor mole on my back that deserves attention and possibly removal. Green Lantern tonight, and maybe Lizard Lounge on Sunday if I have any money left after payday followed by bill pay.