What am I to you?
Once again, mostly a rhetorical question. I'm not sure if there's time for a real update. It's Saturday night and we are waiting for FSU and company to pick us up. I narrowly avoided a bad mood with a shower and some dinner. Now I feel great and ... ready to go?
Last night was rocky, but in a great sort of way. At least as far as I'm concerned. It's comforting to know we can have a less than perfect night and come out the other side of it as good as ever.
We went downtown. Roomie got bitten by a random guy (sounds weirder than it is, well no it was really weird) and someone asked us if he could watch us pee while we were waiting in line for the bathroom. I was in an odd mood and I think Roomie and I both kind of felt like we weren't entertaining enough.
Learning how to communicate with a new person who doesn't know all of my quirks and pet peeves can be difficult, but I know it's worth it. Everyday I fall a little bit more and I am fighting the urge to just jump right off that cliff, which is what I usually do. I'd rather hang glide this time. hah. I mean, metaphorically speaking of course. I want to enjoy it instead of diving in head first and not taking the time to savor the moments along the way. I have a sneaking feeling this one is worth the wait, and the effort.