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God, I am teetering on the edge of big tears today.
It�s one of those days where everything adds a little more to the pile, until you look up and it�s too late, as the pile is toppling down toward your head.
I know I�m premenstrual. I know that at least part of my shakiness today is hormonal.
And no, Meg, there�s no hard feelings, but I�ll admit I�m disappointed I don�t get to play your game.
The Artboy answered my email. We had a good conversation. Cards are all on the table now. No more secrets. I told him I�d been writing about him in here. Not sure how he�ll respond to that, but I don�t care anymore. It�s been a better option than going insane. So now I guess we�re "friends". What that means remains to be seen. My guess is that it means nothing. But hey, it�s nice to say the words.
He knew about the Boyfriend anyway. How ridiculous is that? Here I was, so afraid of hurting him, and he�s known for months. Life is weird.
I want to go home and curl up on the couch and watch the season premiere of Jack and Jill and eat popcorn and drink orange juice and ignore the phone. I want to take a bath with the Dreamtime Lush bath melt that�s waiting in my Christmas stocking. I want the Boyfriend to call me to say goodnight and fall asleep with his voice still in my ear.
Instead, I have laundry to do and a Christmas tree to take down.
It�s all I can do to not just burst into tears.
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