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November 24, 2006
Sick
Lovesick, that is.
Yes, dear reader, I have succumbed to my deeply subverted emotional side and am all-consumed with thoughts of Mr. Bethesda. I went to bed a normal person, but woke up from a night full of dreams where we got married and I had dozens of his babies while he stood adoringly by and marveled at my glowing domesticity. Today I can't eat, I can't think, I certainly can't be responsible for anything remotely productive.
It sucks.
Let me be clear, although we had a delightful Thanksigiving Day together, Mr. Bethesda has given me no sign that he returns these overly strident feelings. Which, of course, drives me crazy. SO CRAZY.
