This is how house sitting is starting to make me feel.
Like a Sim, whose social bar is red.

Dogs are not replacements for people.
It's been a crazy-interesting week. We'll see how it goes.
God is good, even though I get myself thigh deep in the pudding of terrible decisions. I know it will all work out, and I am still having the time of my life. There are people out there making poorer choices than me, which is slightly comforting...

An interesting thought, to close, because I've been reading my psychology text books all day: People in good partnerships have better health than those of us who are even happy not to be in a relationship. But people can actually die from the depression of a broken heart. They can get strokes or heart attacks from it. Love is a huge gamble. I guess. I am pretty well-off just loving Ryan Gosling from afar.