[diary] 080506

"Take an emotional risk and meet me half way," he wrote. I scoffed and deleted his email. In response to my silence, he wrote me one last time to call me "human igloo."

I could easily be in a relationship right this minute--for all the wrong reasons. But I don't believe in bad start transforming into something good as Hollywood loves to have us fantasize. I'm a skeptic--I've been married before.

Severe cramps had me handicapped all evening. I could not find acetaminophen in my medicine box so I opened a bottle of Glenfiddich instead. It turns out, Scotch works better than Vicodin.