In which I am an awful person

I can't breathe for two reasons:
1) my cold did not like me going to work last night. It was fine til around 4am and then everything starting shutting down. By the time I was halfway home, my lungs felt like they were setting off fireworks and I couldn't cough til I got home.

2) Every so often I get bored/curious and I remember that the ex and I have a couple of mutual friends on FB, so I poke around. I realize one isn't supposed to do this, but it happens like... once every other year and when I'm sick, I get a little stupid.

Yeaaaaaaah. A quick perusal tells me that
a) he's single and not by choice
b) not taking the single thing very well
and c) either he cheated or she cheated or both of them did.

Did I mention he wasn't taking it well? Like encouraging notes from his mother on FB not well? Yeah.

( Why cut, I dunno. )

I'm dying because Karma actually kicked in for once. I'd like to say I'm sorry to find out he's not happy but... yeah, not really, no. What goes around comes around and I've been waiting entirely too long to see it kick in.

Cackling when you can't breathe is just dangerous.

But oh, it's nice to know he didn't get away scott free. I may not have been the one to inflict the pain, but someone did and hey, that's enough for me. It may be petty, but since I didn't get a goodbye, I've been waiting to see if the universe would get around to kicking him for me. It did.

Thanks, Universe.