It's been a week. I'm still alive, no psychological breakdown or anything. I suppose I'm over it... mostly. Readjusting to life without Jeanette has been easier than I thought it'll be. She, apparently, has had no such problems. In some ways I envy that.

It's probably one of those things that comes with having friends :p

One of the things I've discovered with the breakup is how much more time I have now. Which is a good thing since I need to finish my @#! BA or else I won't be able to graduate in June.

On a more grievious note: China Closes Venues to Halt SARS Spread.

Feh -- maybe too little, definitely too late.