Nighty-night
I'm up to November 2003. It's 11 o'clock and I'm feeling vaguely sick, like I'm running a fever or something... which is weird because I am rarely sick. So I'm going to bed.
One last thought before sleep, though:
Despite having MB's express permission, I am starting to feel weird about reading her journal. I feel like I'm encroaching upon her privacy somehow. Maybe I should call tomorrow and talk to her about it? I don't know. At first, I was thinking there was no possible way she would be upset since she told me she didn't mind if I read her journal (long story that I don't feel like getting into when I'm tired and not feeling well)... but now I'm plagued by doubt. Would she mind? I really feel like I should call her tomorrow and ask... but if she does mind, I run the risk of upsetting our tenuous relationship.
Maybe I'm making this into a bigger problem than it actually is. I'll think about it in the morning. My head is starting to hurt.
One last thought before sleep, though:
Despite having MB's express permission, I am starting to feel weird about reading her journal. I feel like I'm encroaching upon her privacy somehow. Maybe I should call tomorrow and talk to her about it? I don't know. At first, I was thinking there was no possible way she would be upset since she told me she didn't mind if I read her journal (long story that I don't feel like getting into when I'm tired and not feeling well)... but now I'm plagued by doubt. Would she mind? I really feel like I should call her tomorrow and ask... but if she does mind, I run the risk of upsetting our tenuous relationship.
Maybe I'm making this into a bigger problem than it actually is. I'll think about it in the morning. My head is starting to hurt.