I have figured out why I am devastated (only minorly) about the whole Kansas losing to UCLA thing, why I spent an hour (at work, shhh) reading comments on PopCandy about the Battlestar Galactica season finale (and it’s not just because I totally love Mary McDonnell in anything she does) and why I can’t stop re-reading things I’ve written.
If I spend my free time doing all of that, I can’t think about things w/ the Boy. I can’t really talk about all of that here, I am pretty sure I bore the fuck out of my friends whenever I bring it up (but you know, thanks for pretending to care! Glad to provide gossip!), and talking about it to Gene is just difficult, so I can’t really talk about it anywhere and now even thinking about it just results in thinking myself in circles. So. Escapism it is.
Stepparenting is not for pussies, y’all.