Today, I lost faith in Love.  It happened while driving from Starbucks to my office at 1:34 p.m. this afternoon.  I don’t believe it exists,  like the Easter Bunny or Santa Claus.

Too many times I’ve thought, “Is it?  Maybe?” only to have reality come smoosh me into the ground like an ant.

I’m tired.

I canceled plans with the online guy this weekend.  Something was up.  I didn’t hear from him for two days and I know he was online…and the way that he asked me out was odd.  I decided that two red flags do not equal a date.

I passed my 66 day milestone without contacting my ex on Saturday.  Of course, ironically, I wanted to call him and tell him the news.

Days since I’ve searched for my ex: 22 (44 to go)

What I am grateful for:  2 Benadryl +  ½ a klonopin = a good, long, much-needed sleep