Well, here's to hopin' the third time really is the charm. Sometimes I think I think too much for my own good. Thus, for the good of those around me, myself, and those I have yet to meet, I am suspending all romantic thought past hopless fantasizing about Mayer and the like until some physical manifestation of some Person of the Trinity appears to me and commands me to do otherwise. I am just not convinced that going about it the way I have been is worth the shortness of breath, the obsession over hair, the feelings of nausea, or the constant confuzlement. I'd much rather just find another room to decorate, and this time I won't use any material one might find at a wedding, save a few yellow roses here and there...