Feb 23, 2005 00:56
Something weird happened with that last entry. Even if I go back and try to edit it, it remains smooshed into one long paragraph.
Not that it matters. What I was rambling about can be summed up in the sentence: "I have a second date on Wednesday." It's merely news that I, for whatever ridiculous reasons, wish I could write an entire novel about.
I'm still just as excited and nervous as I was about the first date. I work 8-4 tomorrow and I'm not sure if the shift will drag or fly by. I don't know which feeling is winning over the other.
I felt pretty sick all day today and had an absolutely wretched work out (I have never felt so wrecked and nauseous and done in after running as I did tonight) and it's now one in the morning and I should get to bed. Beauty rest and all that. Or, if I'm being honest, just enough to ensure that I don't fall asleep in my date's lap at 8 PM.
It will be a good day. And maybe we'll kiss. Or our hands will brush. Something. I don't remember which is better, but the anticipation of each touch and the actual touch are both fabulous things.