Seeing as how my quest for pure and perfect love -- or at least someone to have a donut with -- has thus far consisted mostly of me saying, "I'm on a quest for love," I don't see why it actually has to take a back seat to the warm showers and culinary asceticism of face pain mitigation that now comprise the majority of my oh, so cluttered existence. Therefore, I am declaring the quest back on!

I am, if you will, a man on a mission.

Now, should I lie down, take a another shower, make some more coffee or eat my leafy greens?