Monday, February 6, 2012


Classes have gone alright.  Haven't really had any episodes.

Also:  his name is Koji.  We talked. I think he was chatting me up.

I wish I was better at this.  I wish there was less to risk by just asking him out.

Lyndsay says I should just do it already, but if things get weird, it's not that big a class.  It'd be awkward the rest of the year and I'm not sure I'm up for that.

Justin is his usual supportive self.  And by that I mean he told me I should "slit my wrists and use the blood to compose the gayngstiest poetry of affection that can be bloodpenned".

I really hate my friends sometimes.

I'm still hearing the scratching.  I put out some no-kill traps, in case it's mice, but so far the bait hasn't even been taken yet.

Looks like parts of the lawn are dying, too.  Found some places where the grass just died in patches.  I've told the landlord.  I'm sure he'll get on it eventually.  Like next year.

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