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A cute big bald guy called me late last night to invite me out for a quick drink, which was quite perfect because I had missed him all weekend. Although in true sheepish form, I muttered something about how I just took my pain killers and have to be up early, so no thank you. I also may have missed a perfect flirtatious opportunity judging by the sound of his voice but my cell phone's reception was horrible and I was too embarassed to say anything.

I really am pretty shitty when it comes to men.

Last night I did some more research for my vacation to Spain in August. I began to realize how miserable it is to plan a vacation and daydream of all of that fascinating and life changing culture and knowing that I will be experiencing it by myself. Reminds me of when I was in New York in January and I spent every day walking around Manhattan and finding beautiful things, but I had nobody to share them with. Here's to hoping I find someone special by August so I won't have to party naked in Ibiza by myself.

This week is the week my dry sockets stop causing me debilitating pain so that I can eat normally, feel better, and start going back to the gym. Please?