I had a great day. I had two awesome interviews for a job I think I might get. I bought smaller jeans. So why am I not dancing around in circles? Because, no matter how hard I fight to declare my single-dom, a great day really is nothing without someone to tell it all to. That red couch you all have seen? It sits empty most of the time. I can't bear to sit on it alone, aware of how much real estate is spanning out next to me. It can't be just anyone. Who is it? Someone I have yet to meet? Someone I've just met? Someone who has been there a long time? I don't expect answers to anything...just needed to purge so I can sleep.
