Edward Cullen, eat your heart out!

I'm in love with the Deputy Chief-of-Staff. It's not weird, either. You can't make me feel ashamed of this. And yes, I'm a late-comer to the West Wing party, but that doesn't make what Josh Lyman and I have together any less special. "It's real, and it's deep," as Grace Adler would say about Jews and chicken.

On a far more trivial note, I'm actually getting a little nervous about surgery. Not about complications, mind you, but rather about what they won't find or how painful and frustrating the recovery might be. My deepest, darkest secret is that....I'm kind of a wimp. Okay, okay, so it's not THAT big of a secret. Shut-up.

Yarn diet is over, by the way. Jake told me that if I didn't buy yarn right away, he would leave me. He even drove me to Michael's and forcefully escorted me to the yarn section! I had to buy some new yarn to save our marriage. You would do the same.