Head full of goo

Can't.....find.....the.....words..... Must.....regain......logical.....thinking....ability....

So, I'm going to Portland on Friday because I'm either a glutton for punishment or a romantic optimist. Not sure which. One day the answer to all of my love life dilemmas will fall out of the sky carrying a lifetime supply of AbbaZabbas and plain M&Ms with all the blue ones picked out. Until then, I'm stuck trying to sort my silly crap out on my own and hopefully keep my heart from getting trampled by suicidal lemmings or kamikazi squirrels. I'm pretty sure once I decide between the black punk shirt with the chest zipper and the girlie black peasant shirt, everything else will fall into place. Where's a guy opinion when you need one??