I have no idea what comprises the vortex that steals my day.
I need some different men as I have realized something incredibly moronic:
The three men I have lined up on Yahoo to go out with all have the same name. While this could be highly convenient, I will never be able to keep the details of their lives straight. They are all one and the same to me now. I officially need a personal assistant or an agent or something to ensure these things don’t happen to me anymore.