I'm feeling mostly better, apart from a little nausea. Which I hope will go away while I sleep, which I'm about to do. But I thought I'd add a thought or two here first.
Hmmm...well, Slate is kewl, we're still getting along really great. Thank goodness. And Amethyst is still the antichrist, but at least she's cute about it.
And...Plum came over tonight. We watched this surreal movie and I made him cookies. Yummy cookies, I might add. Because I make damned good desserts. So there. Anyway, the impressions I get from him...well, see, I know he reads this. And while I know that this is for me and not for anyone else, I'm still very aware that he will see this. And comment on any remarks I have about him. But screw it, this is my space and I'll say what I want. So there. Again. Okay, back to my original (could I call it a point?) thought. I get the impression that he might want to kiss me but just doesn't know how. Not that he doesn't know how to kiss, but that he doesn't know how I'll react and he's kinda shy about the whole thing. He's not shy about telling me he's downloading porn, though...Maybe I'm wrong. That's happened once before.
Laters