“Yeah yeah.” Gunther’s not exactly on the edge of his seat as I wend my way through this monologue for the umpteenth time. “Look, I already told you I think you should get back together with Wallenberg. He’s off my plate now.” Graduation was three weeks ago. “He’s a free agent, as far as I’m concerned. Hell, I will have you two over for dinner now, if it’ll spare me another night of this one-man show. Dude, you have got to get some new material. And if you don’t throw in a joke or two, you could at least flash the toll-free number for the Self-Pity Hotline at the bottom of the screen. You don’t want to be with the hot guy who loves you to death ‘cause you think it might make passersby uncomfortable or whatever, I get it. I’m all caught up. But you dumped him like six months ago. You need t
