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Thursday, March 8th, 2001
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7:10 pm - "making me a slave to it's ways" -tea party
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So I'm perched on my bed with my computer, folded up over my legs like a Froud creation, gnawing on my nails and debating what to do next.
I was, you see, cleaning my room until a few moments ago. I've given up on it temporarily. I get to see someone tomorrow. More then one person, actually, and I'll probably be out till all hours.
But... this one in particular is different. Because I'm going to stand in that crowd of people, and look for them. And I'll be giddy and nervous till I see them. And when I see them, I'll still be giddy.
Which is a sensation I'm -not- all that familiar with, and I'm just... interested in where it could go, I suppose.
I'll say more about this later.
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