I think I’m sick. For the last several years, I’ve been adamant about not being in a relationship. If I needed sex, I knew where I could cruise and shit. You know, get my ya-yas out that way. Lately, I’ve been wanting to be in a relationship. I’m shuddering at just the thought, but it WOULD be nice to have a warm body to wake up to. AND, I’m still disgusted with myself about the whole Andy Warhol debacle. Ugh.