Did I need a man to be happy? I sure as hell hope not. But for the past week I've been in a somewhat pretty steady, good mood. I'm not sure if it's because I'm dating or ... just because I'm dating, I actually go out. My apartment and Ranger must miss me.

I was in the city most of the day. I started working on the new set of cards for Keri. Twenty-four new ones. I'll try and get them all done over the weekend. They're easier to do this time since they gave me the copy right away and I already have a template for them. Shouldn't take too long to get 'em all done. And, since I have more space on my laptop, it's not lagging as much.

I saw Ross earlier. We met for coffee before I came home. I may not see him until mid next week since I leave for Greenwich tomorrow. We met outside the Virgin then went to one of the four Starbucks on Union Square. Warm cider, Ross. Egg nog latte, me. We sat and talked/argued about the differences of an external hardrive and a CD burner. Walked to the subway. A little making out, three or four trains later, I got to Grand Central, took the 7 train to Times Square, hopped on a bus and came home.

I agreed to spend New Year's eve with Ross. Alone. I'll have to come in from Greenwich, sleep over and then go back.

My room is like 50 below zero! Not the whole apartment. Just my room! Frickin radiator's still busted. I keep telling Mark about it and he keeps forgetting to have it fixed.