Y'know, I used to decide during the day what I was going to write about, e-mail little notes to myself, then write it, incorporating said notes, or saving them for later.

These days, I think of all kinds of swell things to talk about in here, don't make notes because I am so certain to remember, then sit down and...

Nothing. Not a sausage. My mind an utter blank.

Let's see what I can pull out of my ass today. Not much, one would imagine. Nothing up my sleeve, and, presto!

So Snoozebar is in town!

And Amanda came to town to meet her (not that she'll come to town just to see me, God forbid!) and they and Tracing and I all met up and had dinner for four hours.

Snoozebar was really great, very quietly sarcastic and funny, and we talked about our lives and things and all had a swell time.

At one point, the three of them were telling how they met their respective partners, and Snoozebar was saying how she and B. had met in person three weeks or so after e-mailing for the first time, and she said "Well, we were both straight and single and we liked each other, so I thought why not see what else was there?" (I am paraphrasing hugely, damn me for not taking notes!) And I thought, well there is the main difference between she and I, because I would have been like:

"Well, we're both straight and single and we like each other. I think. I mean, I like him, but he probably doesn't like me. Or maybe he does. I doubt it, though. Anyway, I don't think anything is ever going to happen because I am me and I do, in fact, own a mirror, so I guess I'll just stay in this holding pattern for the next several (days/weeks/months/years) until I get so disgusted with myself that I go off and repeat the same dance with somebody new!"

So yesterday Nik came round my cubicle three times and was all chatty, so I figured that he had been upset about something having nothing whatever to do with me, then, when Snoozebar and Tracing and Amanda were picking me up at the office, we ran into him and I stopped to introduce him (in perhaps an over-enthusiastic manner) and he snapped at me.

I mean, he is shy and all, but this is only the second time he's ever snapped at me in two years, why did he have to do it just then?

I imagine they thought "Poor Kymm, poor dumb deluded thing..."

One year ago today:
Wonder Boy called! And he asked me to marry him!

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