You know, it just occurred to me that not only did I get all antsy like this whenever I bought a pet, but also when I would start dating someone new. Back in high school, I didn’t date much, partially because I thought my small school had slim pickings, but also because I tended to freak out when I did start “going out” with someone. The first few boyfriends I had, I broke up with within a week because I got to worrying about all kinds of things. What if they want to kiss me? What if my hand gets sweaty when we walk together at 10-minute-break? Stupid stuff like that. It was the exact same feeling. It all kind of relates to my freedom, too. I was just talking to Todd about if he thought the ferret would impede me in any way when I try to go out, hang out with people, visit for a few days, go to class, that sort of thing. He doesn’t think it’s a problem; just pop Frank in his cage and away I go. This makes perfectly good sense, but my gut is still all rumbly about it. I wonder if I have anxiety about anything that might restrict my freedom. It’s an interesting idea. Anyway, here are two more photos of Frank: too dim and too bright.