It's Sunday Night.

9:35PM. I cannot believe the weekend's over. I can't even remember much of what I did. I ate a lot of course, and then felt guilty about eating, of course. Quite predictable.

Here's something quite unpredictable: I feel like I've fallen in love all over again with Paul. Strange. I waddle all around the apartment telling him I love him so so much, and then yesterday, I bought him flowers!

He's good to me. He's a good find. A winner. A keeper.