but now that it's getting closer to 5, it is eating my brain.

Blech. Bad brain. No cookie. Leave DJ alone.

sj, I'm so glad that you know, but sorry for the freak-out!

ETA: And Jars, you definitely need either cake or ice cream. It's the only way to fix the day.

Oh man, sj. Last time I had to buy a pregnancy test, the woman in the shop said "I hope you get the result you want, dear". Which I thought was very sweet.

It's just...ok, I'll whitefont.

He called me someone else's name this morning, which while it killed the mood, is not that big of a deal. It's that it was the name of someone who he's very close with, and who I have asked him about before. I have always gotten, "No! I don't think of her that way!" And now it's, "Well there are some feelings."

I don't even mind him having a crush on someone. Even if it's someone we know, and know well. It's the not saying so when I ask, so I feel all paranoid and jealous. Dude. Just tell the truth and save me all this crud.

Oh, ugh DJ.

Oh, DJ. I think a modicum of brain-eating is entirely understandable.

I'm making gay work boyfriend have a glass of wine with me after work so he can tell me how pretty and awesome and smart I am.

{{{DJ}}} I hate that. Why can't we have DHs that never do things that make us upset? Oh right, we're human....

{{{sj}}}

Jars, no guilt. The buns are gone and they're not coming back. I always have to look at this (because I do it too) as a fresh start. Otherwise, I'd be swimming in an industrial-sized vat of ice cream topped with crumbled regret and gallons of guilt sauce. Then I'd pig out.

DJ, that should help.

Also, you are hot. And your DH married YOU, not someone else.

he can tell me how pretty and awesome and smart I am.

And then I will tell you how pretty and awesome and smart you are. Then we will smoke cigarettes and affect an air of ennui.

vw, go you on losing weight!

DJ, I can't read the whitfont on my phone but I'm sending calm-ma your way.