Chris' birthday surprise party went off flawlessly. I have to admit Jeff did a great job and Chris seems happy. I'm waiting for him now, by the door so he can say goodbye to Jeff. It's taking a long time and with each moment I feel a little more nauseous. I know Chris loves me, and I know he's over Jeff but-- history is history and it unnerves me all the same. I'm smoking on a cigarette when he comes walking my way. "You and Jeff say goodbye?" I ask, and almost feel like I'm intruding by asking it..