to eat...or not to eat

Something in my brain keeps telling me to call and order mongolian beef from the chinese restaurant over here.

Some things are easier felt than explained, which is what I found while I was talking to Byron on the phone today. He asked me what was wrong and I said nothing. We've been together long enough that he knows that nothing means something. I'm at a loss for words, so I just tell him that I don't want to get into it. This week has been great in terms of getting ideas for the wedding and what not, but not so great in the planning of it all.

I'm gonna eat my sandwich now.