Ain't Love Grand?

I can't stop thinking about the Journalist. It's like my brain has short-circuited and is playing on a loop. I alternate between feeling giddy and feeling worried as FUCK! However, I'm not worried about him not liking me, or being a jerk...instead, I'm worried about stuff like "How will we support our kids?".

Which is, obviously, not productive or reasonable at all given the fact that we just had our third date!

I'm a mess.

Losing my mind,

Foodie Gal