  Im feeling the mania come on. Sure, Im watching the Cubs play and the excitement of the final innings are contagious. But more so is the happiness of finally being home alone for the first time since Friday. I cant help but feel energized. Baseball is finally exciting again! Got a cold.
Hacking, barking cough that sounded bad enough to put myself on antibiotics. Glad to have some in stock in my drug drawer, the good non-penicillin type that doesnt give me hives. Eating pills on an empty stomach sucks. But eating sounds horrible. Hoping this silly sickness goes away soon. I hate that not-exactly-hungry feeling in my stomach.
Im dying to see the girl. Been since what? Wednesday? Or was it Tuesday that I last saw her? I cant remember. Just that its been too long.
Its lovely to want someone. But its a bit unfamiliar. I dont want to crowd her, yet I dont want her to think Im thinking of her any less than I am. Mom saw the pictures of her that appeared in my condo since she last came by. She asked who she is. So I told her, thats Kerri, an old friend of mine Ive known for years.
A completely accurate statement without the details that would incite a riot. I dont live with her anymore; I can do what I want without having to explain, so why should I go out of my way to do so? Somehow I feel I should give a shot out to the folks though for providing me the space to even have this relationship. Before well, theres no way I could have had this going on. Im so blessed. For many reasons.
I found out yesterday that theres a literature honours society get-together going on tomorrow at the haunted hotel downtown. Too bad I have school, or Id be there in a heartbeat. With K, Id hope, but I can never gauge whether shed be up for such things. And theyre meeting at 7. I have a class until 8 at the earliest. But still Heather H is going to be there, and I think it would be fun to see her out of a classroom setting.
Bet shell bring that supercool husband of hers that Ive heard the students talk so much about. Id love to meet him. If I can swing the entrance fee. Candice forgot to pay me. Not that her word isnt good with me; she never spaces completely. But man, I gave up three whole days of my life to help her out.
Its pretty inconvenient to have to wait for a check in the mail. I think maybe the night will end up being my own. I might as well hit the showers and set in for the long haul by myself. As thrilled as Id be to have a certain someones company, Im equally happy getting to let my hair down in my own private universe. I got my new pheromones in the mail today. Id ordered a new scent Id recently fallen for, Dolce and Gabbanas Light Blue.
Two days after the Ebay auction closed, it appeared in my mailbox. Pretty nice. I feel like Dennis Hopper in Blue Velvet. I cant inhale enough of it to satisfy me. Well, what else am I going to do now that Ive nothing with Ks perfume on it to satiate me? 
