This day has continued in the disappointment catagory. DOM left for lunch with the promise to be back with chocolate in 45 minutes. An hour and a half later I gave up and came back upstairs to see he had bailed out sick for the day. So not only did I not get to spend any time with him after not seeing him all weekend, but I also got cheated out of my chocolate. At least he had the decency to call me later on, lol. And he's gonna have to make up for it tomorrow. :-)

Got an email from big brother in regards to a lot of the stuff going on. I have so many thoughts about everything - I flux between perfect contentment and total dispair...all I can do, really, is just keep focused on moving and taking these days as they come. I had forgotten how tiring working 50-60 hours a week is. Maybe I'm purposefully keeping myself discontent to ensure my move.

I'm thinking the last week in October I'm going up to NoVA to apartment hunt. Might go ahead and move in November or December just to get it over with and get the hell on with my life. With the risk of this turning into a teen angst emo post, I'm gonna go back to work.