Just when Everything started innocuously, and then at the stroke of four a.m. things got weird.

The beginning of the night was awesome...good company, good concert (Matt Good), good photo ops, and a surprising amount of exercise, despite having weedeated for ten hours previous. I ended up cabbing it home with half of hydrasses music to burn the next day, which was awesome. However, I got home and immediately checked my email. Vespa boy was having problems. His roommates are terrible. I set him up with Cat Lady in an immediate epiphaniac moment, and they went out four hours ago and vow to see each other again. I'm really happy for them. Really.

Still nothing from the guy at work. The longer it takes, the more of a dolt I feel like, and how the likelihood of me ever being able to look him in the face again is rapidly diminishing. Perhaps I should just continue to go on random dates with random strangers and just write a novel about it.

The other thing I was thinking about today, is that maybe I just do want to be alone. I certainly don't send out "hug me forever, and I'll have your baby" vibes. And sex seems more and more overrated each day. Intimacy, no, but flesh pounding flesh with hoarse cries--I could take it or leave it.  ¶ 12:53 AM