completely freaking out

Woke up this morning in plenty of time to get to yoga, but my stomach is a roiling sea of freaked out ants. I can't even stand up right now, let alone do a rigorous one-hour exercise program Particular aopologies go to Fidget, who is by extension getting blown off for this afternoon's Photoshop lesson.

I can FEEL my stomach acids bubbling. So now I'm trying to calm down and think things through logically.

Blue Beard came over last night and we decided to completely overhaul my walls -- using tonight's date as leverage against my apathy. My west wall looks superfine, but he had to leave to pick up Too Busy To Have Fun, and that was when the storm hit, so I did the rest by myself. I'm not happy with the north wall of the living room, which is basically the same with an additional art piece. And the south wall is pretty cool, except that the mirrors I put up along the ceiling don't actually reflect anything. I want to hang a bunch of stuff along the east wall above the windows, but the means framing & matting stuff.

There are other things that need to be done first. ( To Do )

FUCK. SHIT. DAMN. Only about six hours and I'm useless right now. I don't even know if she'll be coming over to my place. Hell, I don't even know if I'll like her in person. We've got a pretty good rapport over the phone, but I've been reticent to discuss my history with her, not that she's pushed, but it's come up several times rather naturally. Maybe I subconsciously directed it there?

I did tell her that she's the first girl I've really asked out since April. She made the cutest noise.

*sigh* Breath, Amul. Breath. I can do this. I am ready for this. She already likes me a lot. There is no need to be scared.

I need input!

Do guys still buy girls flowers or corsages for a first date?

Should I buy her some flowers?

One hour to go.

I slipped on a sheet of ice while buying some wine, on the off chance that this goes well enough that we end up back at my place. My knee is a throbbing agony and I can't bend it.

Stupidest moment of panic so far: Suddenly wondering whether or not I had specified a smoking reservation at the sheesha bar. *mocks himself*

Got most of the list done, except for the kitchen and mopping. Oh, and if she opens my closets, then the mountain of linens could crash onto her in a rain of sweaty-stained doom. Still, pretty impressive for a mad dash of day's work.

( The list )

Okay. Time to hop in the shower and get dressed.