My mind is nagging me.

Just when I think I can't get more tired, I do. Been hanging out with A the last couple of days. Despite the disappointment he had to face, which I hope he'll grow into liking, at some point, I have to say it's been an eventful time. I've met a lot of people, most of them absolutely hilarious, in the most fascinating ways, I've attended my first outdoor movie ever (which was one cold pleasure, we really need to be better dressed next time!), learned new things about people, been on the most horrifying bikeride of my life, finally got to watch the Harry Potter movie, and just.. yeah.

I've been home very briefly, very few times, this week. To feed the cat and change clothes, mainly. I have to say those two guys The Bat and I met at Wallstreet tonight were entertaining. Lame, but entertaining. Entertaining because of the lameness. And how obvious they were. BUT I WON WITH ONE OF THEM IN FOOZEBALL! .... I've never won that game before, I usually just knock over whomever I team with.

I could write a loooong blog about all that. But it's not really what's been on my mind most of today. I have always been one to follow my instincts, and when I woke up today, I did so with a firm, hard knot in my stomach. A nagging feeling something was wrong somewhere, with someone. That feeling has rarely failed me, it usually turns out to be true. I can never tell who or what, but it's usually people I'm close to.

It feels sort of like walking into a brick wall. BAM. Then it's just there. And it becomes so strong, my mind convinces me it's a physical pain, and it lodges in my stomach and ribcase. Ugh.. What is it. It makes me miss the friend it used to be about. I really do miss him, trying to be cool about it and not show it too much. But it defintely ungrounded me a bit.

*sigh* Well, I'll be working some of tomorrow and sunday. It was really busy tonight too. Lot's of young people, good tips. Which was painfully needed. Next week will probably be filled with plans before I know it. Hoping to fit in that haircut I'm dying for. Will probably find myself face to face with a serious talk, too, but I was expecting that. The question of definition in all its frightening glory, or something.

I'm going to grab the cat and hit my pillows. I could use a Harry Potter object right now, a Dreamless Sleep Potion. My mind is working overload right now.

Silly little girl over and out.