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Happy cheap candy day, everyone!

I spent this week mostly sleeping, and it seems to have worked - I'm up and about and feeling good again, which is nice. What isn't going to be nice is catching up on the classes I missed. :(

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It's been almost exactly six years since I broke up with my last boyfriend. My little sister is head-over-heels with someone I've only met once, but who I liked very much, and my friend Susan just got engaged to another very nice guy. (Not a surprise, they've been together forever).

I do not regret being single. It's absolutely the right choice for me, and I enjoy all the benefits. I've got all that freedom, and that freedom means everything to me. But sometimes, like right now, there's this little tinge of wistfulness for myself that goes along with how happy I am that the people I love are happy, this little voice at the back of my head that says, "that would have been nice."

(Yeah, yeah, I'm still young, etc, etc, lots of men out there, maybe even a few who'll understand every quirk, but there's a very good reason I'm single, and it's not something I'll grow out of.)