So I met up with Jeremy on Saturday night. I picked him up at the train station and we went out to dinner. We had a nice time. We talked about mutual friends back in Florida. He told me about how excited he was to move up north, which kind of surprised me because he always struck me as a Florida State kind of guy. I told him about Josh and how we had just broken up. I guess I wanted him to know what I'm not ready for anything more than friendship. He was sympathetic - more like a friend than a date so I took that as a good sign.

On Sunday I went to church with Aunt Lu. I sprained my ankle in the parking lot on the way out. I guess it was about time. I mean I haven't had an injury in what? A year now? It's so frustrating. At first I thought it was no big deal but it kept swelling more and more so we went to the doctor's office yesterday. Aunt Lu was worried that I fractured it but the doc says it's a sprain - a bad one, probably worse than a fracture. So annoying. This means no dancing for a few weeks. So now I have no Josh and I can't do the one thing that takes my mind off of him.

At least he's back in New York so I don't have to worry about seeing him. Molly called Sunday night to warn me that he and Keith were in town but I was stuck in bed with ice on my foot so it didn't make much difference to me. I just made sure Aunt Lu closed all of my blinds so I wouldn't be tempted to look out the window. It was weird to think he was just next door and yet so very far away...