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amulWoke 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.
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 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.
- clean the kitchen
- do dishes
- mop
- get to Samah on time
- draino the bathroom sink
- clean the bedroom
do more laundryfold more laundry- clean the bathroom
- clean the dining room
- scrape snow off my car beforehand so I'm not wasting time at the last minute
- pick out an outfit
- put away all this art
- fold laundry
- buy wine
- buy flowers for the apartment
- buy her flowers
- MAC out
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.
