Through the Night

Approx. 1 a.m
I am hiding in the basement of CLB, hanging out with a bunch of grad students, ignoring Turkic. Trying to ignore him. Will I be broken up if we don't get along, don't work out? Mm...maybe. But I'm me, and I'm brilliant and beautiful and I'm surrounded by folks I like, so I'm sure I'll survive.
On an unrelated note, both Pink & Soprana are late. So, pregnancy test party? Seems pretty dang exciting.

...I don't know where that thought was going. I guess I'm just tired, and thinking of him. But I'm not going to call or text or chat. I'll let him get around to it. ARGH.

Approx. 4 a.m.
Need to get renter's insurance. Call insurance tomorrow. Speaking of calling, I changed my plan so I'm paying maybe $20 more per month, but shouldn't have to worry about overages. Took a bit of a nap. Still tired but much less so. Drinking Coke Zero. Planning to purchase: bread. Bumblebee Ready-to-Eat. A mattress (memory foam, 10"). A new computer (tablet + keyboard?). Renter's insurance. I really don't have the cash for extraneous purchases. But those bras & panties should come in next week, and I'm gonna flaunt them, whether or not Turkic & I have sorted our shit out. I dunno how I feel about his appearance. I've got no issue being out with him, or with Soprana. I guess I just know that Pink is shallow, and I don't want to have to defend him to my friends based on Facebook photos. I guess I'd prefer she see him in person and judge from the look on my face.

Approx. 4:30 a.m.
Why not just be single? Well, because I'm attracted to and enjoy the company of a particular kind of intelligent, compassionate man.

5:00 a.m.
I want to call him, but won't. I am going to distract myself for one more day, probably by sleeping, and then I'll survive Monday somehow. I'm allowed to give him a call Tuesday evening if he hasn't communicated before then. Hell. I really want this to work out.