AHHHHHHHH
So I'm supposed to be going out to lunch with the Boy of Doom at some point today. I'm not entirely sure that it's going to happen, because this is the way things work: I finally decide to call the boy, the boy acts all excited to hear from me, says, "Hey, let's do something X-day, I'll call you the day before to figure out what exactly," I say great, he doesn't call, and then I spend most of the day we're actually supposed to be doing something with my stomach in knots because I'm nervous about hearing from him and also I just don't learn, do I? Eventually he usually does call but by that point I have spent so long being nervous that I physically can't eat and it's bad.
I'm in the spending-all-day-with-stomach-in-knots section of this plan at the moment, and do you know how much fun it is? NOT FUN AT ALL.
On a less nerve-wracking note, I'm supposed to be going to the Boardwalk Art Show with the madre later today, and exactly two days from right now I will be on the Cape May-Lewes Ferry and gleefully not giving a damn about the Boy of Doom. Let's just make it through the rest of today, stomach, okay?
I'm in the spending-all-day-with-stomach-in-knots section of this plan at the moment, and do you know how much fun it is? NOT FUN AT ALL.
On a less nerve-wracking note, I'm supposed to be going to the Boardwalk Art Show with the madre later today, and exactly two days from right now I will be on the Cape May-Lewes Ferry and gleefully not giving a damn about the Boy of Doom. Let's just make it through the rest of today, stomach, okay?