Sleep? What sleep?

Apparently when I think about stuff too much, it keeps me awake. Okay, apparently when anyone thinks about stuff too much they stay awake, but I'm not talking about anyone else here. Just me.

And last night, I thought...didn't sleep...much

This ex-girlfriend thing is bugging me more than I thought. It's in there, muddling around my brain, making me all itchy and stuff. So I guess now's the time that you sit down and have a talk. Maybe the talk. 'Cause these days, any talk could be the talk.

Maybe there's something to that whole arranged marriage thing. You're in it, you have to make it work. I hear they have a super low divorce rate. And I bet they never fear conversations like the one I need to have today. Curse it all really.

I tell ya, if I wasn't such a fan of sex, and that kissing thing, maybe the cuddling thing, the companionship, those warm cuddly feelings, you know all that stuff...if I didn't like any of that stuff, then I tell you, I'd be Single! Ya!