Raining Chocolate Chips

In this strange kinda sorta pseudo relationship thing that Jen and I have going on, there's another kinda sorta date scheduled for Friday night. This one, and it was her idea, is a Movie/Pizza/Beer night, after which she's sleeping over as we intend to be trashed. Yes, it was her idea. The strange thing is that almost everytime we've hung out so far it's been her idea, which does take a lot of pressure off of me since obviously she does enjoy spending time with me. That's pretty clear, huh? It's a lot better than doing it the other way around, where I'm circling the drain while trying to find some foothold to keep me from being washed down the pipes. Now that's stressful.

So Movie/Pizza/Beer night has me excited and a little nervous. It is strange, isn't it? She and I are right at the edge of this being an actual relationship; it's probably about as close as either of us are comfortable getting right now. And that's fine. I'm really enjoying what's happening, so don't look for me to rock the boat. I like hanging out with her, and I've gotten myself to a good mental place where I can just enjoy all this without being destroyed by angst. Can you imagine that? I'm in the middle of this and I'm angst-free. It boggles the imagination.

Sunday she called me from the top of a mountain, where she and her dog were hanging out. She asked me up, so I went. I didn't know if I'd make it up there without a cardiac related incident, but I wasn't going to tell her that. I did make it, but I was sucking wind. How nice is it where she'll just call me out of the blue to come intrude on her Sunday afternoon with her dog? This is the nice place where I currently find myself.

The job/apartment search also continues. Whew. Things are hopping.

Oh, that situation with SD might be smoothing out, too. I found the right moment today after work and nailed the opportunity. Don't underestimate me. I'm full of surprises.

And I went to Borders and did some work. How did I do? I KILLED.

Good day. Very good day.