Oh God, I'm going mad... I'm like a lovesick puppy. I feel like Juliet, of the Romeo and Juliet fame, a little less attractive, but no less in love. Can't sleep. Can't think. Crazyness! My heart wants to do a runner to Australia without the rest of me. Or rather, it's already there, cause that's where I left the part that isn't with baby. I feel spliced!