I’m sad right now because even though tomorrow is Easter, my mother is once again out to ruin my sex life, which isn’t exactly a sex life because I’m not having sex. Why does she care? It was a possibility that Isaac couldn’t see me this weekend so I was crying for about six hours straight. Then it turns out that yes, I can see him tomorrow but it will be a short date and we’ll be riding bicycles. BICYCLES!!! ON OUR DATE!!!! I can’t do that. I’ve got a hormone bottle that can’t bubble over.