Fly or Die?

fly or die

Thursday, April 08, 2004
Two men and an ugly woman Poxing Day 5. I call the office to check whether we really screwed up the pitch. "Heng, any news?" "Nah, nothing yet. They have internal review next Monday, after that, they let us know." "So, no news is good news, I guess," I laughed, "Er ... so how are things?" I asked, attempting small talk. "Fine," he answered. "Bye." That's Heng for you - the Neanderthal. He grunts, shrugs and shouts. He'll rather be skinned and dipped in boiling oil than chat. A little later, Matt calls. Surprisingly, I feel happy. Perhaps because it has been so depressing being at home all alone. "How is it?" "Horrid," I muttered. "Hey, can I drop by this evening?" "No." "Come on, I'm sure you can use some company." "No." "I've had chicken pox before." "So?" "I want to see you." "No." "It can't be that bad?" "Yes." Monosyllabic replies? Gosh, has the virus evolved me into Heng? "Matt - must I spell it out? I don't want you to see me like this." Don't you get it? I look like a mutant from some radioactive pool. I have stuff oozing out of my face. I'm potty, scabby. I scratch like a mad gorilla. If I die from chicken pox, I don't want you to remember me like this. "Do you have any food?" You think I'm gonna fall for that old bait and switch? Give me some credit. "Yes, Mila bought me tons." "Do you need ... videos? Books? Magazines? I could get you the latest copy of ... Cleo? The one with the 50 Most Eligible Bachelors?" "Why? You one of them, meh?" He laughs, "Maybe?" I rolled my eyes. "Stop rolling your eyes." "Oh god, did you web cam my place or what?" "I'll drop by anyway." "Don't you dare," I threatened. "I'll jump off the balcony." He laughs. "Wonderful! Then the headlines tomorrow, 'Woman with chicken pox dies from fatal fall.' Won't be able to hide that pretty face of yours then." Can life get any better? The guy who wants to date me wants to see me dead. Pencil chewed at 9:54:00 pm //
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