When it rains it not only pours in Nancy's world, it's a freaking monsoon. First the erasure of years of work off of the old-school computer and now my boyfriend is doing what he needs to do, and move far away from here. Apparently he's about to get offered a job for one year, someone just left a message on our answering machine. Maybe I should have picked up and said "listen, he said you can take that opening and stick it where the Buffalo sun never shines." This is something he needs to do professionally but which further sends me into an odd dark despair I haven't felt in a long time. I've just outlasted another man in this city.