No more Imperious Mistress, at least I still have Pierogi Queen.

They're really quite lovely pierogis, the fruit ones run a bit juicy, blueberry stains on my shirt.

Should be counting myself lucky considering the treatment I received, certainly feel well shut of the grossly misapplied psychotherapeutic crap, childish iron hand in velvet glove missives, bizarre self-righteousness, incoherence & general inability to communicate which characterized our later interactions, still miss her quite terribly. Note to self: try to avoid falling in love with any more of your friends, you don't have any to spare.

Oh, well, feeling a bit badly used, not like I don't invite it.