My penchant for...over-enthusiasm is balanced by my anxiety. I found Anne's contact information, and later that week most of it disappeared. I have a sinking feeling that it was related to my announced search, and so I didn't pursue it.
Shrug and sigh, shrug and sigh.
I hate driving. I got into another accident. Not nearly as bad, but right now my record would seem completely at odds with my hopes that I am a good driver. I'm not sure I can continue to afford the privilege, but living where I am I have no other option. I need a city with public transit. I'll add it to the list of desires along with sleep and a host of other things.
How's it progressing with Anne?