Well. Interesting week. Shall we?
- We met. From what I could tell, it went swimmingly. Then again, I
could just be reading too much into it. Y'see, this is my problem. I've done
my best to be not-insecure, and I'm pretty decent at it, but this sort of
thing just cuts all that away. I've pretty much been a bit of a wreck after
wednesday, worrying. About what? Anything, really:
- I'm taking it too seriously. I was a jackass.
- I said about two dozen dumb things.
- She prolly think's I'm a dope.
I reread that list, and I realize it's
probably absurd -- I mean,
would things have gone that well if she thought I was
the
villiage idiot? But I still find myself fixating on something along those
lines. Silly
weasel.
Other than the amazing weekend and subsequent obsessive thought
processes, little has happened. Test, lotsa homework, blah blah blah. Methinks I need to be dipped in cheese
I've never believed in fate. Any attribution to "fate" is merely our
monkey brains putting patterns and meanings in where none exist. But
events like the past month really test me. Not two weeks after the last
chapter (where flamingweasel is finally told what's up, and feels really,
truly better for the first time in a year) of the breakup closed, this new
thing pops up. It ain't fate, but it's weird in any case.
Mmkay. Sleeplog....
time | X |
8 | X X |
| X X X |
| X X X X |
| X X X X | 4-29: 4:30am-10:30am - 6
| X X X X X | 4-30: 3:30am-11:15am - 7.75
| X X X X X X | 5-01: 4:15am-10:00am - 5.75
| X X X X X X X | 5-02: 5:00am-10:00am - 5
| X X X X X X X | 5-03: 2:30am-11:00am - 8.5
| X X X X X X X | 5-04: 2:30am-09:30am - 7
| X X X X X X X | 5-05: 3:15am-11:15am - 8
3 | X X X X X X X |
| X X X X X X X |
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s m t w t f s
On Friday, she told me to dream of manatees, but instead I dreamt of us
on a gondola in the canals of Venice. What does that say about me?