Friday, January 18, 2008

I'd like to laugh until I cry....but not if I keep crying

Date #1 with Match Greg is TONIGHT. I'm tired, my skin is broken out, I feel bloated and I have a million and one things to do. It's not the best timing...but nothing ever is.

I'm not excited. I've been on too many first dates to get excited or nervous anymore. The best word I can think of to describe my current state is...apprehensive. And tired. Exhausted actually. I can't get enough sleep.

I've already told him it can't be a late night, that I'm moving next weekend and need to get up early tomorrow morning to pack and head to my parents. That I have three weeks of laundry to do. That the sheets on my bed are very ripe...well that last part I didn't tell him.

But I have nothing to wear. And the jeans I want to wear I had to air dry...and we all know how comfortable they will be to squeeze my bloated body into.

We're going to the Comedy Connection to see some tour of four comedians. I wasn't listening when he was telling me about it to be honest. I was trying to figure out why my iTunes wouldn't let me burn a CD. A girl has her priorities.

I hope he's cuter than his pictures. And as tall as he says he is.

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