So So Tired.

Need to get to bed. Bed only a couple feet away. Bed empty.

You know, I thought I'd got over this, but I guess I'm having a relapse night. Normally I look forward to going to bed now, to being embraced by this big squishy pillowy thing.

Moving-zombiedom is coming to a Greenie brain near you. I visited Drew this evening and we spent half the night giggling and being incoherent, and the other half eating ramen and hugging. It was fantastic, but my brain is so gone. I am SO looking forward to being moved.

I'm noticing hot guys on the bus-- or perhaps there were just some today and haven't been other days. Two on the bus, and one in the skytrain station. The rust is flaking off my flirting-with-strangers skills. Something about eye contact? Something about smiling. Feels good. Doug says it's alright to approach people even when I'm dressed in construction-worker-chic if I can joke about it. I believe him, mostly.

So tired. It's only getting later. Blarg. This time next week I'll be moved.