..just when you finally feel like you're getting things under control in one part of your life, the other part decides to just fall apart. So now that my professional drama is sorted out, I'm getting hit with just how bad my love life is.
I think I just ate half a tub of Ben and Jerry's (and I only eat ice-cream in emergencies). I just read an email from the Mad Hatter, who is in a funk and telling me that we should call each other less, etc. etc.
Part of me feels like I shouldn't be surprised, things were heading in this direction, but now I feel that the hatchet has been thrown down, and the coffin closed, and the timing just seems out of the blue to me. I think I will have to call it a night and go to bed and hope this situation looks less ice-cream worthy tomorrow, because I'm in no shape for a binge right now, but damn, the email break-up feels brutal.