Oh, screw it. He kissed me. Or, I suppose, technically I kissed him. It doesn't matter. Well, it does ... I mean ... oh, what the hell do I mean? I don't know. I'm sick and sleep deprived and need to get ready for work and I just don't even care because he kissed me.
OK. I think I'm maybe possibly perhaps done being a dork for now.
In other news, germane is coming to town today, so of course I have to work. He talked about at least stopping by The Co-op for lunch so I could see him and say howdy. Hell, it's not like we've seen each other since ... 1995? Is that really possible?
unixd0rk gave me a quarter so I wouldn't smoke. It really was sweet, actually. We were at Tavia's gallery and everyone (and I mean EVERYONE) was smoking and I just kind of hid in a scary little darkened corner and unixd0rk went back over to the crowd and explained to them that I was trying to quit and it was really quite sweet.
OK. Going to get ready for work now.