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it's such a nice day
Ugh, I just cleared out my email. I hadn't touched it for two weeks (not really a surprise; I haven't used the laptop that frequently recently, and I don't really like sorting email any other way). At least there weren't important things in there, or if there had been, I would have dealt with them.
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OK so. Everyone else has heard about this so now you get to as well! It is nothing exciting, it is essentially me whining about a crush, because that's what I do, and that's one of the rewards you get for knowing me!
Current guy is super awkward in that I don't ever see him when he's not at work. And it would be super awkward to say anything to him while he's working because jeez louise. I have principles. (One of my male friends yesterday was all, "you could totally ask him on a date next time you see him!" and I was like, "No?? Because principles? And it's a very public place he works in, so no???")
(also hi, have you met me? I am totally awkward anyway. My track record of asking people on dates is horrific. Usually they are already seeing someone (and I didn't know), or just not interested in me that way. Except for when they are, but they reject me because I don't believe in God*).
So anyway, why I'm writing this is because I managed to work myself into an utter state on Saturday evening, because I spent most of the last week trying not to think about him and failing, badly. I literally made myself sick with worry, and that's how I spent Sunday because of the slimmest possibility that I might see him in town, either on my way to or while at the comics meet (I didn't. So it was a lot of fuss about nothing. But this is what I'm like! I would love to be way more confident and not worry about things that won't happen! But I'm not!)
I'm still kind of feeling gross now, except that's more to do with the fact that I didn't eat properly yesterday because of worrying for no reason.
(I thought I'd got past being nervy around crushes, but nope! Let me tell you, I am four years off forty and it's still bloody happening. If this doesn't happen to you, then know that I think you're lucky, and I'm very jealous).
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We're totally going to play Cards Against Humanity at the next comics meet and I am excite!
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*This legit happened. Thankfully, it was only the one time. Yes, I am still sore about it.
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OK so. Everyone else has heard about this so now you get to as well! It is nothing exciting, it is essentially me whining about a crush, because that's what I do, and that's one of the rewards you get for knowing me!
Current guy is super awkward in that I don't ever see him when he's not at work. And it would be super awkward to say anything to him while he's working because jeez louise. I have principles. (One of my male friends yesterday was all, "you could totally ask him on a date next time you see him!" and I was like, "No?? Because principles? And it's a very public place he works in, so no???")
(also hi, have you met me? I am totally awkward anyway. My track record of asking people on dates is horrific. Usually they are already seeing someone (and I didn't know), or just not interested in me that way. Except for when they are, but they reject me because I don't believe in God*).
So anyway, why I'm writing this is because I managed to work myself into an utter state on Saturday evening, because I spent most of the last week trying not to think about him and failing, badly. I literally made myself sick with worry, and that's how I spent Sunday because of the slimmest possibility that I might see him in town, either on my way to or while at the comics meet (I didn't. So it was a lot of fuss about nothing. But this is what I'm like! I would love to be way more confident and not worry about things that won't happen! But I'm not!)
I'm still kind of feeling gross now, except that's more to do with the fact that I didn't eat properly yesterday because of worrying for no reason.
(I thought I'd got past being nervy around crushes, but nope! Let me tell you, I am four years off forty and it's still bloody happening. If this doesn't happen to you, then know that I think you're lucky, and I'm very jealous).
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We're totally going to play Cards Against Humanity at the next comics meet and I am excite!
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*This legit happened. Thankfully, it was only the one time. Yes, I am still sore about it.