So

Today sucks. Already. Big ol' zit on my face, not enough sleep, tired as hell. And saw S this weekend. Wow... was that fucking fun or what. Happy goddam Sunday, Caulfield. Excited for your date? That's great - bam, here's your ex.

I am hauling around my damn CPAP machine, and I'm freezing. Did I mention I have an epic zit? ANd did I mentioned that I feel lonelier, and sadder, and shittier than I've felt in a while now? I knew that there were going to be lonely times... I knew that I would get down. But Ben's falling in love, Trev's gone, Meggo hasn't called, and Sean? Well. Sean.

And in the meantime, I continue to stuff my empty heart with even emptier sex and dates. I'm sure it's coping. But... god.