You stole my heart, I couldn’t leave you if I tried…

Am I in love with the new 105.7 best of the 60s and 70s radio station? Maybe. I dunno. Same/similarly annoying DJs to all the other stations, but a fairly high percentage of music I can sing along to (badly.. sporadic lyric recognition, but the vague memory of singing these tunes growing up causes me to try).

Anyway… taped Buffy, have not watched it. Instead, enjoyed another one of those evenings with JamesT that’s hard to describe, other than “comfortable”. Not only is he being so sweet about my losing weight, he still doing those things to show he really doesn’t care either way, which I love. I think you hit positive reinforcement on the head, baby. Did not do laundry. Did not pack. DID call my mother and try to relax her. She is thrilled I’ll be leaving Thursday morning now instead of Thursday night. I may even beat Joyce and the gang up, if only by an hour.

This morning, I am in avoidance mode. Last night I was so brain dead, so tired, i completely fucked up something at work. Nobody noticed, but I knew. I have to fix it, but I’m not really sure how to go about it. Somebody will notice soon. Marc will be over here soon to ask me about it, because it’s one of those things he won’t believe I did. He’ll be over here to speculate what could have happened, and i haven’t decided whether I’m going to admit it was me. But it was. *sigh*

I suppose I could collect my books and go on back to school…