I spent more time in the company of the XX (That would be "females" for those of you who are not scientifically literate) sort yesterday than I have spent in a combined 2 years. Don't anybody go getting offended, but I found it absolutely exhausting...for no good reason. Its not like I really had to put myself out there, or do anything much other than listen and make the occasional nodding of head in agreement, but somehow I still ended the day emotionally drained and full of anxiety for the future. Its partially that whole "making new friends" anxiety, and partially that whole "I just spent my entire day in an estrogen bath" anxiety. Its probably mostly that somebody must have slipped me some caffeine because my brain would not turn off and the jitters were out of control. (like I wanted to laugh, cry, and puke just to get that crazy electric feeling out of my belly, chest and joints-kind of out of control.) JP asked if going shooting would make it better...I said no, because honestly, I doubt that there is any possibility that 6 lanes of semi-automatic weaponry being wielded by hairy men the size of apes could even begin to counter the effects of an entire day with ladies...plus, I wouldn't want it too.