It has now been four years, one month and eight days since Penny broke up with you. At least you have stopped counting the number of hours. That is real progress.

Or so you thought before you this afternoon, when she came into the cafeteria where you work. She was in the arms of a blond, handsome hulk; who was apparently named Larry.

Larry was well-groomed and worked as a doctor in the local hospital. She said he was her best catch in years. It was clear to you that she moved on shortly after you broke up, and that you were a miserable loser who lives in the past.

It is her breaking up with you all over again. You just want to go straight home, sit down and feel sorry for yourself. But you aren't going to. This time you will not let her get into your head! You will hit the town, see the world and by the end of the day have a new lady!

If you weren't dissuaded after being rejected by all your friends one at a time, seeing the streets void of any life old enough to enter the places that hadn't opened yet did the job.

It is already six PM, some snotty teenage girls are discussing whether you are a boy or a girl. You no longer want to go home and feel sorry for yourself. Now you just want to crawl up into the sewers and die.

At the mall a brand new shop has opened. Apparently a fortune teller, or "spiritual guide". You had nothing to lose, except your money and pride, and you were going to spend them both on useless stuff anyway.