I do not hate Love, Actually.
I was really not in the right mood to watch Love, Actually.
I value my love-fest with WRH.
I do not want to break up with WRH.
I actually love Love, Actually.
Postscript: And for the record? I believe that the stupid antibiotic I was taking to eliminate the yuck in my abdomen (and by yuck, I do not mean BABY) was playing a nasty-evil-horrible game with my hormones and my brain. I stopped taking it yesterday, and despite feeling a little more crampy, I am no longer suffocating on crazy. Things are looking up.