I interviewed for new roommates today.

I hope they didn't realize I am utterly frightened of living with another person here. It's the perfect place for 1.  But the rent is so high,  I have to have a roommate.

I also texted the dick I am having great sex with (and inevitably wanted to change into date-able) about feeling dismissed by his innocuous enough (but still dismissive because he IS dismissive) texts. He won't call on the phone- like as a policy. (Divorced.)  Come on already.  Oh sex.  Worth it, in spite of, or even for, the tears.
Amy is visiting and I wish she lived here.