I might be getting an inkling on what an addiction feels like. Apparently, my inbox needs checking every 30 minutes or so, or I start twitching. Why won't the latest Match guy email me back about our date tomorrow? Will I have to stand up in front of nearly 100 people on Sunday and say things that will surely embarrass me? Why won't you people answer me already!?!?! Ahhhhhhhh!
My boss called about 10 minutes ago to vent. About nothing that I could change or make her feel better about. Not even just work related things. Her husband, her kids, the insurance guy. At least it made her feel better. It's hard to be the only one to vent to. I have all of you guys, on the other hand. Fake blogging life is great.