To give you some idea...

...how much I detest talking to Him, I almost...ALMOST...fled the house for a walk somewhere when I sensed he was juuuuuuust about ready to leave for the shore, just so I wouldn't have to endure the excruciating 15 second-or-so "bye, i'm leaving" bullshit exchange. Sadly, I wasn't ambitious enough to execute this plan today in time. I was JUST about ready to do it when he left to make his first of two trips to the car...he tricked me there, though I should know by now that he's incapable of making just one un-pussyish trip to or from the car. Too much baggage for him to handle. So, of course, if I fled while he was across the street at his car, that would just look too obvious. So I was forced to wait 5 minutes while he fiddled around one last time...5 minutes of my life down the drain, as all I could concentrate on was his Impending Goodbye that I'd have to partake in. It's funny...I always fake a yawn when I talk to him like this...anything to break up what must be the worst acting on the planet, as I pretend to remotely care about his weekend and struggle to be as evasive as I can about mine. Oh, it's awful. But he's gone now. And a weight has been lifted. And FINALLY, my Thursday, July 31, 2008 can begin in earnest!