I’m affectionate.

I was late for heading to the CPR lab this morning. I insisted on eating first, then headed there. I wasn’t in the mood to practice ventilations and compressions. I looked at the CPR CD, then took a nap. Yes. Right there. Head + table = nap. Went to the Berry of Lies to post my exerbabble and the entry on male beauty. Victoria happened to be there, so I sat next to her. Hence the quote of the day of the previous entry. Then headed for Gaming Club.

I should really annotate some of the games I’ve played. One was like tetris with blocks. Goal is to have the top piece showing, and for different areas, there’s a height restriction. OH. There was this kid who got really demotivated fast because he lost horridly the first round. He started complaining, and was vehemently against playing again. I saw myself in him. I knew exactly what he was doing. It was like looking in the mirror. I’m so glad I’m not as anal retentive anymore.

I remember playing Quiddler. I got Queer. Yes. I GOT QUEER! I remember playing Pirateer with Loralei and Alex. Though, Dave conned Alex into playing Magic with him. My god, Dave wanks to Magic. It’s kind of amusing. I feel like we played more, but I can’t remember anything else. Oh well.

Loralei (formerly the a girl named Faith, as she wanted to change her name) was saying she should go home. I offered her a ride. I’ve gotten a good read off of her. She doesn’t set off any of my alarms. I can’t say I’m crushing on her, but she is cute, and I do sense she’s a good person. She looks squishy, like she’d be fun to cuddle.

She invited me in, so we hung out for a little bit. I liked her red furniture, as red is my favorite color. She seems to think ill of her mother, but I get a different read off of her. I believe her wanting coaster usage says a lot. It’s a read I can’t articulate yet, I need more time. I have met Cliff’s mother, I know evil incarnate exists. I know mothers can be pretty bad, but I didn’t get an evil read off of her. Ha ha. Let my instincts be right!

We really just talked for a while. I like talking. She let me hold her guitar for a moment. I wanted to strum, or just fiddle, but I felt suddenly very self-conscious, because I did not know what I was doing. Just like when I was a kid and I shyed away from music because I thought I wouldn’t be any good at it. Perhaps another day.

I accepted her offer for tea, mostly out of social convention. I have to say, it actually tasted good. I shake my head at how my dad drinks shitty tetley tea. She had some cute ostantatious cups.

I woke up this morning feeling affectionate. I gave her a nice long TimmyHug. Just an instinct – I think she’s someone that could use more hugs.

My lower back feels odd. I didn’t feel anything tweak during my workout. Lower lefthand side. Just annotating for future reference. Next lower workout is Friday. Will continue to annotate.

Time to sleep. I don’t feel like wanking. So I won’t. I’ll go get naked and become unconscious now.