The Hapless Romantic...

Ouch. Just burned my tongue on some coffee.

I'm still a little bummed, a little tired, a little stressed...but I've been worse.

Am I over the getting feelings for the guy who doesn't care? I thought I was over that. I hoped I was. But what else could it be? Maybe I thrive on the daydream. Mom always said I did. Years go by in my day and I feel I've had ten relationships by then. But what actually happened? I'm not quite sure.

And I realize it's going to take a little time to feel settled and competent at work. I just need to have a little more patience (an attribute I have never been known for). I hope it doesn't take long.

I'm wearing very wobbly heels today. I hope I don't die.

I hope it's not another long day. I could really use a Happy Hour. Or 10.

Oh, and Kristen, the fact that you like to feed your melancholy is such a Cancer thing to do.

And I found out Sarah reads this. Hey, Sarah.