Sadie died two years ago today. Pudge and I still miss her, every day. Feel free to tell me how cute she was.
In other dreary news, I'm fighting off a chest cold (with the help of Hot Brazilian Magical Miracle Tea), got almost NO sleep last night, and New Guy is apparently in another funk, wherein he seemingly wants to crawl into his man-cave alone. Whatever, I guess. It's not helping my already depressed state, for sure.
Why did I want to enter the dating arena again? It was snug and comfy with Pudge in Celibate Land. Okay, it was lonely, too...but there are benefits to being emotionally numb. You don't FEEL as much. Feeling sucks.
My, my...aren't I Little Miss Sunshine today?
Sorry. My chest is full of phlegm--I can't be expected to be happy, can I? Maybe tomorrow.