Living in a world where doors never open and windows are fogged, I find myself lost in a room that has become a prison.

That's the kind of mood I woke up in. Goody.

I was sick this morning and left work to come home to the satisfying sleep and release brought on by extra-strength stomach pills. It worked. I'm feeling better. A friend I've been trying to reach finally called so I'm looking forward to seeing her soon. She plays racketball. Joy! My favorite!

My so-called love interest seems to have disappeared off the face of the earth. (ie. he hasn't called) I'm not shocked. It's been a week and the last few times we were together he seemed disinterested. So I decided I'm not going to call him this time and asked him to call me. Sigh. So that's that I guess. On to the next one... if only it were that simple.

Attachment issues. The fun of being me. I get sooo attached to people. It doesn’t take much once I bother to let anyone get close to me. And once it happens, well, I’m hooked. I still have feelings for my first girlfriend as a kid. It’s very hard not being able to let go, but I console myself with the knowledge that it’s just an extension of the passion for life that builds up inside me.