Evening Stuff

Yeah, it's just one of those nights.

Pretty upset about the Rich-and-I and our lack-of-future situation. I keep trying to write entries about it, but nothing seems fitting and I always delete it. Hell, I'm having a difficult time even thinking about what to say now.

I talked about it with Chris again today, but I feel a little weird about doing so. He confides some of his more personal relationship matters to me though, so I guess we're even. I've always felt pretty comfortable with him and I don't know why; didn't even shoot him down back in the day when he liked me but, obviously, I was taken so I didn't feel likewise. Even if I were single right now though, we're so very much just friends. Couldn't even consider anything more.

Mmm, cookies.

It's awful of me to be thinking about all that. I'm sorry. Rich and I are still going strong but the realist part of my brain says "you can't get too comfortable anymore." :( No, I don't like that one bit, but. . .

Okay, damn cookies. Just polished off the whole bag (and they were the expensive ones from Whole Foods too >:( ) and I wasn't even hungry. Grrrr. I should probably just stop now and go to bed before I finish all my crackers and dried fruit and everything else in my room. I didn't like being under 115 lbs anyway. :p