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I saw The Incredibles last night. I now have a new cartoon crush.
The best was when he had lovehandles! It's an Adam West type attraction, I realize.


Okay, so the date. We went to Seedy's, then watched Ed Wood chez moi. I got to watch Ed Wood, drink beer and cuddle with a cute boy in pigtails. I made him do the Bela Lugosi hands with me, too. ("You must be double jointed... and Hungarian.") Yay?
Bah. I finally just asked him if it was supposed to be a date. Yes. But.
It seems he's had this relationship with a gal... Undefined, of course. So he likes me, but ...? Once again, I don't know what to think.

Bloody boys. This is what I get for dating outside the theatre. At least I know what to expect with actors. Or techs.

I'm letting him phone *me*. Am going to sit in my apartment stoned, doing homework. Listening to the Violent Femmes and Bright Eyes.

But don't cry for me, SG.
Here's another cute picture:


Update! *Adding insult to my fragile psyche...
I was having my regular Sunday phonecall home, and Mum was feeling really ill. So ill, in fact, that Dad took her to the hospital. She's got MS and is on a waiting list for a gallbladder operation; I'm super-protective of her, too.

I ended up having my brother hang up on me (accidentally), then phone back. I tried to make light of the situation (he was waiting at home alone), all the while wanting to cry. It's so hard not being there with Mum (but worse when I'm there? I can never be sure).
I've lit a candle and have cried. I don't know what else to do.

Wah wah wah. Thank goodness for writing as catharsis.