I write for the first time in.. well.. far too long, obviously. AGAIN, I am ill.. but with a rather impressive line-up, nonetheless. I was home sick all of last week having been unable to speak or breathe until Friday.. and I went home early.
Got together with the McFinities last night which is always good times. I usually get together with them every Saturday, but I haven't seen them in like a month, so there was much catching up to be done. Nicki McFinity is one of those fantabulous people who loves numbers.. (and therefore doesn't at all mind doing my taxes if I buy her dinner). LOVE that.
After McFinities.. went out to coffee with a fellow I hadn't seen in a while. We had agreed to merely be friends, but every once in a while, he seems a bit confused. Apparently, I have a sexy voice when I'm ill.. thanks, I guess.. I personally think I sound like death, but hey.. whatever floats your boat. Aside from that, just little things I noticed.. he made sure to open my car door for me.. kissed my hand upon parting for the evening.. etc.
And after all of this, it would appear I am to be punished for my low key activities of last night.. woke up again unable to breathe, my condition having worsened again. Perhaps I am too anxious to not be isolated when I should take it far slower. At the same time of not wanting to be isolated, after having been in for a week straight, I feel strangely anti-social. The idea of seeing a lot of people is entirely intimidating to me. A definite mix of emotions to be sure.
Kevin, I wish you'd get online. Like right now. I am considering calling, but I figure.. I'll be here all day and you'll hopefully get on of your own accord soon. But I miss you. SO GET THE FUCK ON RIGHT NOW!@#$%#@$% ..... *ahem*
WOO rambling. Well, the end, I suppose.
Got together with the McFinities last night which is always good times. I usually get together with them every Saturday, but I haven't seen them in like a month, so there was much catching up to be done. Nicki McFinity is one of those fantabulous people who loves numbers.. (and therefore doesn't at all mind doing my taxes if I buy her dinner). LOVE that.
After McFinities.. went out to coffee with a fellow I hadn't seen in a while. We had agreed to merely be friends, but every once in a while, he seems a bit confused. Apparently, I have a sexy voice when I'm ill.. thanks, I guess.. I personally think I sound like death, but hey.. whatever floats your boat. Aside from that, just little things I noticed.. he made sure to open my car door for me.. kissed my hand upon parting for the evening.. etc.
And after all of this, it would appear I am to be punished for my low key activities of last night.. woke up again unable to breathe, my condition having worsened again. Perhaps I am too anxious to not be isolated when I should take it far slower. At the same time of not wanting to be isolated, after having been in for a week straight, I feel strangely anti-social. The idea of seeing a lot of people is entirely intimidating to me. A definite mix of emotions to be sure.
Kevin, I wish you'd get online. Like right now. I am considering calling, but I figure.. I'll be here all day and you'll hopefully get on of your own accord soon. But I miss you. SO GET THE FUCK ON RIGHT NOW!@#$%#@$% ..... *ahem*
WOO rambling. Well, the end, I suppose.
Miss you too.