a plea [do i plead too much?]

i saw a couple breaking up yesterday,
in the chapters/starbucks parking lot.
his hands drummed out a steady beat on the steering wheel and he let his head loll back carelessly as he talked. i imagined him saying, "please don't feel bad...you're a great girl, such a great girl, believe me, but...[insert poorly thought-out break-up excuse here]." but really, he looked like he wanted to push her out of the car and drive away.
her eyes were all red and puffy and shiny with tears, and she stared out the window at another couple across the parking lot who were hugging and hugging and hugging like they were never ever going to let go of each other.
barclay raised his eyebrows at me as he started the car, and we left the two couples alone.
it felt sad.
anyways, the point is not that.
the point is that this morning when i woke up i felt as though i'd been sucking on a porcupine. my throat was completely raw and i was talking like molly johnson (cbc radio? anyone? nevermind).
i guess this is what blogs are good for: does anyone out there in the blogosphere have a nice little cure for my itchy, pained throat and raspy witch vocals?
i'm kind of dying here.

boyfriends and birthdays

let us consider the phenomenon that is facebook for a moment, shall we? i'm exploring it right now...and thanks to facebook, i now know that jeremy went golfing this weekend (and had a WONDERFUL time), rachel is not going to enjoy bathing in this stench, and chelsa is single.
that is something i don't quite understand: putting your relationship status on facebook. i had a friend who was dating some girl, and one week, my updates wall told me this: monday- charles is so looking forward to this weekend! i get to see my girl!!! tuesday- charles only has 3 more sleeps till agnes! wednesday- charles is getting SO excited to see her! thursday- charles TOMORROW!!!! friday - charles is now listed as single.
names changed to protect poor little jared. i mean charles. and agnes. we'll protect her too.
then there's the birthday thing. last january, i changed my birthday from june 20th to january 20th. and the whole world was calling me and writing me and wishing me a happy birthday, and some friends even bought me an ice cream cake. at which point i felt like a decietful jerk, but didn't really regret it; free ice cream cake is a treasure.