Ehh... This is too difficult for my tiredness.... I'm sorry, all of your lovely comments were lost in the transition... My brain hurts. My computer keeps crashing in the middle of this process and I have to get up early tomorrow. Something entirely different needs to happen.

Oh, and dinner was entirely uneventful. Unless you count the part where he signed the guest registry at the door "Etoile and D (His last name)" I rolled my eyes, grabbed his hand and said; "C'mon Mrs. "His last Name" needs to go home and take off these heels." He smiled at me and we ascended the stairs hand in hand. The restaurant was really interesting, its in a bank vault... I had the best broccoli cheese soup I've ever had. It was pleasant.

More tomorrow... I'm going to garage sales with my mother, seeing the psychiatrist, having my hair dyed back to its natural color, and supposedly doing something that was promised to be "fun" with D. Everyone pray that the Hairstylist doesn't chop all my hair off... Sometimes she gets a bit overzealous.

Kisses..