Middling to okay. Focusing the majority of my time/brain/obsessive personality on building a new bike from components, complete with a fixed gear/single gear flip flop hub, mustache handlebars, and quite possibly, wheels that I have constructed myself. Well. It's something to do, and a frankenbike would be extremely gratifying.

Good weekend, mostly hanging out with Mister Six and just relaxing. Some small stress in that Mister Six would like to evolve our relationship to a romantic/sexual level and I am not in any place even remotely resembling sanity, let alone being able to be in a relationship with someone. Trying to form words in the face of the montrous massive fear of hurting someone I love so dearly was almost violently silencing. I could feel my throat chakra close, shut down, and words were lost to me entirely for long stretches of hours. Just a few more subtle signs that I am not over You Know Who (not even close) and that a romance of any kind is just not in the cards.

Also, if I ever lost Mister Six as a friend, I would probably lose it entirely. Considering that everything I touch romantically dissolves into dust I am very, very wary of entering into a relationship again.

Looks like it will just be me and my frankenbike for a looooooooong time...