If My Writing Comes To A Halt,

It Really Is The Year 2007. Which Means I Must Be... Oh My God. I'm Twenty-eight. I'm Old.

There's Genuine Pain In Eric's Eyes. And I Feel A Stab Of Guilt. But You Can't Stay With People Because Of Guilt.

If I Worked At White Globe Consulting, I Wouldn't Be Able To Do My Job. I Would Spend All Day Texting The Other People In The Office, Asking Them What Was Going On Today And Had They Heard Anything New And What Did They Think Was Going To Happen. Hmm. Maybe It's A Good Thing I'm Not In An Office Job.

If You Look Good, You Feel Good!

Relationships Are A Battle. They Are A Chess Game. And What Did I Do? I Just Threw All My Chess Pieces Down On The Board At Once, And Said, "here! Have Them All!