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Monday, October 07, 2002

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I'll put the links up pre-rambling today::
Heard the Official World's Funniest Joke yet?
Flirts... they're only getting worse.
There's been quite a few good ideas and advances in Bluetooth.

Floating around... it just takes more and more caffeine to get me going. I still have yet to catch up sufficiently on my sleep.

I had a pleasant evening last night. I met up with someone after I finally got out of work, grabbed a pizza and went home to relax. We watched movies, video clips... it was nice. I realized why I don't usually "hit it off" with people at first. I'm fumbly, bumbly, and clumsy... I get nervous, not sure why, because it's not like I was worried about anything but it took a while for me to just sit still. I wanted things to be not necessarily perfect, but nice, and kept thinking about what I could do to make things better. Ken's girlfriend calls it "tweaking" usually in reference to electronics (settings, etc) but it applies to many things.

I believe I made a good impression, I haven't gotten her phone number or anything yet... I believe I'm just waiting for her to mention something first, maybe another evening. We have a lot of fun going out, and both tend to bring up things of not much importance, if only to break the silence. Much of the night was spent just chilling, not really saying much of anything... but we didn't need to. I was dead-tired for one, zoning out watching movies was exactly what I was in the mood for.

It's strange, but fortune cookies, horoscopes, compatible signs... they all come together and say the same thing - that it's good, and I agree. I look forward to spending some more time with her, not rushing things, and just enjoying one another's company.
It's funny... I was half zoning out thinking when my phone buzzed. I got my horoscope for the day - "It takes two to tango. Evaluate the pros and cons; make a decision and then act on it." and I did just that.

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