I woke up at 7:30 this morning, after fitful sleep.
Michael and i had a pleasant night last night. We met up at TC after he got off work, and went over to Alta, where they had no pumpkin bread left. no pastries of any sort, in fact. I was sad. and their cinnamon tea sucks. But the atmosphere was as nice as always, and i knit and he studied and we had a really nice time. After that, we stopped at Little Knight for a drink, and left because it was so loud inside that we couldn't hear each other talk.
The night was short after that ... we talked in the car, he went home, i went home ...
and today we've got this thing. and it scares me because i'm waiting on him, and i live in terror of a decision. And i'm miserable without some decision. i can't win, really.
all this stress makes my stomach hurt.
I'm getting my hair cut this afternoon, and that always makes me feel better. I can't deal with this mass of hair anymore. It's tangly and frizzy and needs to go away, back up between ears and shoulders where i like it.
I've got Das Bunker tomorrow, too. If anyone is interested in going, let me know. I'm trying to get a group together. I'll probably end up uncomfortably alone anyway.
