Am now doing a screenplay from "Shepherds" and having quite the time.

That cute guy at work I was talking about? I got to thinking -- after dreaming about him twice -- and realized the entire thing was because I was subconsciously associating him with Betsy and Aaron. I was starting to go back into the whole approval-whore thing, chasing him, the whole nine yards. Then I realized I'm associating him with Betsy and now I don't know what to think. These black-haired Elven types, they get me every time. I'm a damned sucker for black haired elves, apparently now in both genders.

(bangs head on table)

It didn't help he got his hair cut a few days ago and now he looks like Methos.

So I'm not chasing him now. I'm not walking away if he does happen to end up talking to me, but I'm not following him around.

*Sigh.*

All these years, all these changes I thought I'd made in myself ... and all it takes is one black-haired elf with a cute rear-end to show me I haven't changed at all. Nothing's changed. I'm right back where I was twenty years ago.

It's all just oxytocin addiction and conditioned responses. Damn it, I wish they'd fraggin' synthesize the stuff and put it in bottles so I could be like every other damned drug addict. Then I wouldn't need anybody.


We're at the end of the quarter at school. I have a chapter test in Math tomorrow, a chapter test in Desktop Publishing Wednesday, and the Math final on the 23rd. After that, I'll be off until April 4th. Hopefully have the screenplay done by then.

Well, I guess I'm off to go wash clothes. What joy.