I don't know what's gotten into me lately, but I've gotten an intense urge for romance suddenly. The last week or two I've had to pretty much restrain myself from hitting on every pretty woman I see (or not when the opportunity presents). The weird thing is this time around, it's not so much depression I'm feeling so much as mild frustration. I just need love, damnit.
In sadder news,
Peter Steele, the lead singer of Type O Negative, one of my all-time favorite bands, died today. I was hoping to one day see them live, but I guess that's not going to happen. :(