Sanity Level - Fudge

Hmmm lets see: I came home, felt ill, and suddenly its midnight. How do I let this happen? Numoy would call me a slut. In fact, she already has, several times.

I have accomplished some things though! Like putting together a lifetime first legitimate set-up (t-minus two weeks, I feel so devious!) and talking on the phone to Curly for over an hour. In a panic after hanging up the phone I realized that not only are we actually the same person (both of us hating to sleep when we knew people in the house were still awake clinched it for me), but that my crush has deepened. Its bad enough that Numoy ceaselessly makes fun of me for it (having never met him, I don't know what she is on about - said in my mock sarcastic voice), but now I might really like the guy. Its that damn habit of wanting what I can't have. Ah well, there's always 'going out of business sex' right?

In other news... came to the realization that I am numb regarding the ol' ex. It was pretty remarkable. Seeing him and just thinking 'meh'. I was giddily pleased, and laughed. In my empty apartment my solitary laughter sounds strange and lonely.