My dentist sent me a check for the balance of my iPod. You should see him. I'm serious.

I had a pleasant weekend, with a date, and nothing really spectacular happened aside from that. I went out with Cindy last night and had a great time. Now I'm at home thinking about John and wondering why I'm still single. I'm good at being attached. And terrible at it. And I think the TV is kicking in and I'm so bored I'm going to go to bed.

I'm in a healthy place. It's good and entertaining, and it's not exactly what I want, but it's here. And why not love what you have? I want to meet a man named Chuy.

Posted at 01.00