I have a date tonight.
I know, I just posted how I thought I was going to be single forever, right? Well, I mean, this may be nothing. I've sort of shied away from learning everything about him before I meet him, because I'm terrified of awkward silences and I want to make sure we have lots to talk about, so it's hard to know 100% if we're a good match, but what the hell (I mean, I know some stuff, it's not like it's a blind date...just, you know, not everything). And yes, I have a friend who's going to be monitoring her phone in case I need help.
See tumblr for our code. The sucky things - I have a rather noticeable pimple right below the corner of my mouth this morning. Thanks, mother nature! Even worse - last night I stepped out on my balcony to photograph the sunset, barefoot, and a huge splinter tore a 1 inch gash on the bottom of my foot. So walking is...interesting. It's a good thing we're going to dinner and not dancing. I was going to walk and meet him, but since walking long distances is not really feasible at the moment, he's going to pick me up. I told him that was very sweet, but I was going to text his license plate to my friend. Just in case.
I really want to go shopping for clothes this morning. My brother is taking me shopping for practical stuff this afternoon, like a headboard and some plant stuff and to pick up an order from UPS. But I don't want him to take me shopping and he probably wouldn't do it anyway. So I'm trying to figure out if I can manage the bus and walking to the other side of the mall. I cleaned the cut and rubbed neosporin on it last night but left it uncovered because I wanted to expose it to the air to dry it out, and it wasn't bleeding all over anyway. But I think if I cover it with gauze and wrap my foot, I can probably manage to walk OK. I sort of wish I had a cane.