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,
OK. Going to get ready for work now.