Day 3 - the Lancer was overdue for an oil change, so I got that done early and got a rent payment ready. Appetite is still lacking. Had a weak coffee at Jiffy Lube and I think I'm due for a booster, and I suppose I'd better take vitamins and eat something. Oddly, alcohol has been totally unappealing. Emailed my sister happy belated birthday, hit the gym - it'll be great if I can get back in the habit, otherwise I should close my membership. Meant to get some ^more laundry done but by the time I got back from the gym it was getting dark. Gonna finish Fifty Shades, or Forever Will You Suffer, or maybe both.

Needless to say... my Thanksgiving sucked ASS, and not in the sexy fun way. When FB advertised my relationship status change, and people I don't even know asked "what happened", I intentionally gave a bland and neutral response, and apparently it worked. But here where traffic is scarce, let there be no illusions - my feelings were not the ones that changed. This is not what I wanted. And if by abasing myself I could reignite her early feelings for me, I would crawl... if only it were that easy, but of course that's not how life works. Venus, like Fortuna, favoreth that which flyeth, not that which creepeth; the angels, not the dogs.

So Day 1 was constantly reminding myself - unicorns, unicorns, keep your mind's eye on the unicorns. Concentrating on work was, needless to say, exceptionally difficult. Day 2 I was running out of unicorns, and the disconnect between my appetite, and the simple biological requirement of food to maintain emotional balance, sure didn't help. Early-to-mid afternoon I had some turkey chili, which put me on a more even keel. Later I had a muffin. Ran a load of laundry somewhere in there.