Four Hours Sleep?

No problem! I'll be up to move house in a scant four hours, but I don't really care about the lack of sleep. I've polished off a mickey of gin and then some, about 30 oz all totalled (who me? Drink? Never!) I fugyre if I can slog a field radio 10Km on virtually no sleep I can do this. I also had the drunken bravado to tell someone that I've got a crush on them. In fact there are three people that I have a sincere interest in at this point. For once I am going to explore all three possibilities and not just leap at the first available oprtunity. I've made enough serial-monogamy related mistakes. Time to slow down, explore my options, and *date* rather than dive in to hot-and-heavy relationships. Honestly, I'm getting too old to keep fucking up. Instead of going deep and catching whatever is thrown at me I intend to examine my options with a little more relection and really think about what in right for me. For once I am not going to play Robin Hood or "knight in shining armor". I want to know that I am wanted before I offer up what I have to give.