Feeling: settled
Listening to: Malcolm Middleton - Devastation
Reading/Watching: Eddie Izzard - Definite Article

So my anniversary came and went.

I spent the day wanting to call him, to get together, just so I wouldn't be alone. Just so I would have someone there who wanted me.

But I knew it would end in one of two ways: either we'd have a huge screaming fight and I'd end up even more upset, or I'd give in to pity-sex. (or a third option, in which we did both)

So I called in some girl friends for back-up, to maintain constant adult supervision (I love Andante, but he is not a suitable Phone Monitor), and between calls, text messages, and visitors, I made it through the day (and the night) without any slips.

This morning, I am very, very glad for that, even if it would have been nice to get some ::ahem:: attention... although now I want to apologize to Puppy, who reads this and is surely wanting to gouge out his eyes now.

Another milestone down.

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