Love At The ATM

I am silently, inwardly, freaking out right now. I have just got WAY too much going on, and it's starting to feel like dodging semi-trucks. I had today off and was busy from eight-thirty this morning to eight-thirty tonight. It's like I was never busy my whole entire life until now. I really just need to grow up and be productive, and stop whining s

I fell in love at the ATM yesterday. I was in a hurry to pick something up, but had to stop at the ATM first to pick up money. As I walk around the corner to the ATM next to the Coop, I saw the man of my dreams. Then, and this isn't going to sound like anything to you, but I swear, for a Swiss guy this was amazing, he smiled at me and said, "Hi." It was at that moment that I cursed having headphones on. I couldn't take them off without looking weird (because what if he didn't say anything else), but he wouldn't say anything else if I had them in. So, I did what I always do when I find myself in this situation, I finished getting my money, said goodbye and walked away quickly. He was too perfect: tall, scruffy, glasses, with a smile that lit my face on fire. On the way home I thought of all the things I could have said, and continued to course my iPod.

I made glazed chicken wings for dinner and they were amazing. It's all in the honey.

I'm falling asleep, so I am going to end this with, good night.

Tonight's highlight:

"We sweat for our pretensions."

Half A Grapefruit, Alice Munro
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