Sad news in my own little world today.

Boyfriend and I are no longer together. Was sweet amicable breakup and, apart from feeling as though my heart has been chopped into bite-sized morsels and pureed until suitable for consumption by most toothless of old ladies, I am just fine and dandy. Am glamorous insouciant Sex in the City girl- minus the glamor, the sex, the shoes, the wardobes, the money and the celebrity status.

Although a customer at work did tell me I was a dead ringer for Tina Fey. I almost tongue-kissed her in gratitude, whereupon she looked (understandably)alarmed and scurried off to pick up her beverage. I didn't care, I was happy. Celebrity comparisons make me disgustingly, slobberingly gleeful.

Tomorrow am off to college reunion. Have 33 hour train ride to spend pondering meaning of life, love and loss.

If I figure it out, I'll let you know.