I do wish, however, that I were feeling better equipped to deal with all of this! I am still not eating much of anything, I have no appetite, and I feel a bit weak from it. Today I had some baby carrots, a croissant and 1/2 of a pop tart. (Thank god for my good old baked pasta dish - I'm sure I'll eat with company tonight.) Yesterday was even worse - I ate some baby carrots, a cookie, and a miniature Peppermint Pattie. Last night was the most sleep I got in the past four or so days, clocking in at maybe 4 hours.

This is kind of freaking me out, actually. I recognize the signs - this is how I felt when I met my last boyfriends (not that I'm putting Richard into that category just yet.. I don't even know him yet!) - but this is how all my previous infatuations have felt. So at least it's familiar. I just don't like feeling so physically shaky! I think I'm going to buy some over the counter sleeping pills or something to help out. I can't imagine this would last more than a few more days anyway, won't my body need the sleep?

I also need to remember that just because my body is acting in all these hormone driven infatuated ways, it doesn't mean anything other than that we've got chemistry. Louse taught me that well; I responded to him, but that was a relationship that should never have been. Nothing was "meant to be."