I'm gonna take a moment and be ridiculous and wonder what I would do if my wonderful boy couldn't handle all my depressive introspection. Supposedly everyone thinks too much, but I'm gonna be a bastard and consider myself the leader in that category. And most of it is so embarrassing, too. I don't even talk about it. I just mope and say I think too much.
This evening I did not, in fact, tutor, but rather recreated an open-faced turkey, gravy on toasted sourdough sandwich that I ate with the boy at a cool little Chinese diner two weekends ago in the dining hall. Yes, damn you dining hall. Not enough turkey OR gravy.
Also: whiskey cake + hot caramel sauce > guilt for having two desserts in one day
(that's greater than i.e. worth it i.e. OMISWEET YUM YUMS Jammin' wow [yeah...if Moss doesn't say it, then I will.])
I feel a bit better now, after talking with the boy for a bit. Although I was being quite the punky mope for a while. Also, about that not guilty thing up there. I actually meant it. It wasn't like I tried to not be guilty and then failed eventually. It really was worth it and not guiltful. Sorta reminded me of x-mas pudding, well, the texture anyways. Tasty cake with rich sauce. Yum yum Yummmmm.
Tomorrow is Friday and then there is some boring interlude things before a SATURDAY when I get a BOY BOY BOY BOY BOY BOY.