WHAT THE HELL DAY IS IT?

I woke up today and I thought maybe it was Saturday. After pondering for a few minutes I finally figured out it was Monday.

Waking up while sick is always a treat. The runny nose has crystalized, thus forcing me to sleep with an open mouth all night. Good morning cotton mouth, sore throat and severly chapped lips. Worse yet, I have really weird, really vivid dreams when I'm sick. I always wake up straight out of those dreams and have no idea where I'm at or what day it is. Bizarre.

I hate it.

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Things with Southern Belle have finally gotten back on the healthy side. She seems to be handling things pretty well now. I think it helped that we had a talk. She asked me to tell her anything else that was on my mind about her, so I did. I told her that I think some of our communication problems (the conversation just not being there) stemmed from the fact that she would never really open up to me.

I never knew when something was bothering her, and in the end it created a barrier between us. When you couple that with a lack of an open physical relationship, the whole thing ended up feeling sort of shallow.

She said she understood, and that she wants to work on it. I don't know what to expect, but maybe she will really take it to heart and start being more open with me. I do believe there's a chance of something in the future, so I'm glad things are going well now.

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As far as other women? Nothing going on. Nothing. Boo.

I figured out that to have a chance with the girl in my building I would basically have to stalk her. She didn't give me her apartment number, the building manager did... so unfortunately I can't just stop by.

Bummer... And as far as girls at school... well, I pretty much decided to not date at school anymore. Too small, too much gossip. Maybe I need to start hitting the bars?