I woke up late this morning, got on my bike, rode for about a half a mile, and then all hell broke loose and I got drenched on the way into work. So, here I sit in my office feeling myself getting more and more sick with each passing minute… and I think I’m going to have to do it again to get home. Uuhg.
Then I start making these little games in my head “ok, I’m not going to e-mail him again because that’d be really lame and he’d think I was psychotic. When he does e-mail, I can’t reply right away because then he’ll think I’m a total loser who sits around waiting for people to e-mail him and playing wack-a-mole with the reply button.”
Of course I end up sending another one after a few hours and regret doing so the second the page refreshes and I see my gmail conversation with the last 4 e-mails being ones I sent out.
It’s all so very 8th grade. Well, except worse because I haven’t met him in person yet and we’ve only chatted once. Uhg. Shoot me.
