I feel really sick right now. It's like - there's a mixture of alien diseases in my stomach right now. I think it could have something to do with the 36 hours stuck at the rink within 3 days, the amazing roast beef dinner I had last night, and the equally amazing turkey dinner + the two slices of the really good graham cracker/chocolate/whipped cream/peanut butter cake gramma made. Regardless, I think my tummy may as well have it's own Al Quada unit somewhere in there.

Moving on.

Things in my head have seemed to re-order themselves. I'm mostly stable and I'm back to my normal hillarious self. This break-up thing is starting to pass. I'm in the mind-set of: look what he's missing. Which to me, seems like a good thing. It's easy on my emotions and when it goes away, this mess will have been completely put behind me. Everyone deserves someone/something that makes them happy, and he just wasn't it.

Now that I'm a single fish, my eyes have definitely taken to the bigger fish. At a ringette tournament... one wouldn't expect to find men - well attractive ones anyway. However, the officials there (while most were female or older men) were quite 'fit'. If only my officiating career had been a few years more - I'd be on that. OH! I'd be on that.