"What's your problem, Kazansky?"

(or, "Since You've Been Gone")
What a difference a week makes. That I forgot what a fucking psycho this chick is, and how much I absolutely despise everything about her, is one of those inexplicable behavioral physiologies arising from craven personal inertia. Cut bait, man, cut bait.

Anyone remember that Steely Dan song, "Hey Nineteen"?

No we can't dance together
No we can't talk at all
...
That's 'Retha Franklin
She don't remember the Queen of Soul

This is what I dealt with on a daily basis. Let me impart a nugget of wisdom: if you ever find yourself in the surreal position of having to challenge the apparent merits of E and trance clubs as a recurring social outlet with a prospective girlfriend--call an audible and get the hell out of there. It's been like dating a cast member of "Go", only, she's no Katie Holmes.