So it's 1AM, and i can't sleep. Half of it is due to the fact that i kinda took a long nap yesterday and the other half is contributed to my bladder. The doctors have no clue what's going on. But everytime i lay down, i have the urge to use the bathroom. It's pretty annoying. Oh yes, and i can't stop thinking about Alex. Who is Alex you may ask. Oh you know, just my perfect fanatasy guy that i meet saturday night. He's tall, handsome, broad shouldered, long dark brown hair, green eyes, nice smile, and a great english accent. If i could marry him, i would die a happy happy girl. He was soo wonderful and i totally felt a vibe. And i'm not just saing that, i could tell he was into me. Yes there was alcohol involved but still. We had a whole "Team England" thing going on when we played pool. I was his good luck charm and he won his game, and stuck around for my game. But just when i was two balls away from winning, he left, so i cheated to end the game, and told him that i won. My friend really liked him too, but between you and me, all eyes were on me. It must have been my award winning smile. lol. I doubt i'll ever see him again, but it's reassuring to know he's out there.

your dearest,

Maryanne