Crazy Train

Catalano hasn't emailed me since Monday, and now I'm convincing myself (baselessly, I admit) that he's blowing me off about this weekend. In between assuring myself that he isn't coming, I'm winding myself up about whether he expects us to have sex if he does come (there's almost a pun in there). And, of course, my concern about that is that he's going to have sex with me and then his ex-girlfriend is going to snap her fingers and he's going to callously cast me aside and get back with her because he's in love with her and not with me. I think it might be time to go to bed before I drive myself completely insane.