I’ve somehow managed to not take mah happy pills for a few days and damn! I can tell a difference. No wonder I’ve been sitting here like a bump on a log all frickin’ weekend. It’s 6:30 p.m. and I want nothing more to crawl into bed and sleep until who knows when. I totally procrastinated on a paper that is due tonight … I have half of it written. I can knock the rest of it out in less than an hour if I just fucking focused. UGH. This is an aspect of my personality I do not like but have not yet been able to change.

My previously entertaining men have either disappeared or are boring me or both. Brit Boy has been MIA for a few days; I decided I’m not going to initiate an email or chat conversation with him. Whatev. Houston Guy has been in and out but I haven’t talked to him much since he told me he had two dates this weekend and I let him know he wasn’t the only horse in my stable, so to speak. Basically he’s doing exactly what I told him he would, even though he didn’t listen to me at the time.

I think this is the longest I’ve gone without a date in quite a while, or at least the longest I’ve been without male companionship of some sort. I guess it’s only been 3 months since I last had a date with MM but it seems longer. Not like it will kill me but still. Makes me whiny.