Oh thank you berries. I don't have a t anymore....I had to stop seeing the one I had (his daughter was my co-worker and she was causing uber amount of stress for me) and I can't afford to see another one. I just hate this feeling. Hate it. Which makes me hate me. Which makes me go down the road I know better than to go down. So many times I've wished for an on/off switch for my brain.