It's Wednesday, but it feels like the weekend. I don't have to work, so I slept in. Woke up to my mother pestering me about how I didn't tell her I was single again. Joy.

Nicole and Danny broke up. I wasn't surprised. Last week after I got off of work, I called her, and she bitched about all of the things that were wrong with her relationship, and I talked about how great Mike and I were together. Ha. Last Monday, I think.

I don't want to stop talking about it and try to get over it. If this is going to be a break, I can't get over him. But it's just like stringing out the agony over a long, thin wire. Some days are better than others.

What if his plans for the future don't involve me, and after X amount of time, he tell me this, and I've waited and hoped for nothing?

Gah, I'm not helping myself feel any better.