A Floor Full Of Tissue

So I got a little sick over the past 36 hours. At least I'm in bed.

I haven't moved except for making meals and "taking care of business," so I've been doing a lot of... nothing. Watching movies, browsing MySpace, and doing some graphic design (like the new logo?). All in all it's been nice, but I have a nagging voice inside of me, telling me to do some laundry or at least take a shower and shave.

Ick. I've been sniffling all day. I think I've just about exhausted the roll of toilet paper I use for tissue.

(...)

In other news, I went out on Friday with The Intern, B, and a few other girls from work. We had a good time watching our friend at the Improv, then going out for a little pool. The whole night was going great. Intern was snuggling up to me during the show, teasing me with little looks and her silly faces. I thought that I had a chance to pick up where we left off a month ago. Later when we were playing pool she started to flirt with me a little more, feeding me bits of her sandwich, making sure she had my attention.

Of course, B had to tell me her opinion of Intern, which in short order, wasn't a good review. "You shouldn't be going after someone like her," she flatly said while Intern went to the bathroom. "She's a little too young for you. God! I feel like I'm in high school when I'm around her."

I settled with her comment, deciding not to let it interfere with my possibly getting lucky tonight.

"Oh, and you shouldn't be wasting your time with Party Girl either," she throttled. "From what I hear, she's bad news."

I wasn't really looking to get into this kind of conversation as I'm out with 4 really hot girls from work, especially since I wanted to make a move on Intern tonight. And what did Party Girl have to do with this anyway? She wasn't even here. Before I opened my mouth I looked to see if anyone was around.

Intern and the others had meandered off to another table to flirt with a group of boys. Fuck. B's right. So much for my plan.

The night ended pretty early for everyone expect B and I, because Intern had a "date" to go on (with another guy) and the other girls were going as "moral support." We waited for B's boyfriend to show up then the three of us got our drink on in a nice little place called Loreley, where you can get a beer the size of your head.

So the only way I got lucky that night was on my bar tab. Sheesh.