After one night moping and chatting w/ friends online (Friday), a bit of retail therapy including Christmas gifts (Slippy's most likely recommendation - Saturday afternoon), and several martinis and mint baileys (tonight) I feel much better. The truth is, it's not that person at all... it's the repeating theme, it's the fear of never finding someone I have feelings for who has feelings for me.

In the midst of things I even managed to do some laundry and make pasta salad for tomorrow's picnic. For not moving from my awakened state (10am) until 1pm I got a good bit done. Now if I could just craft a plan that would keep Danika in that crate. Good GOD she's strong and stubborn.