eh... then there was me

So. Jubilee was awesome. Loved the whole show. Dinner was awesome, loved the whole meal. Teri-lynn was awesome... But i don't think it was a date. Or maybe it was a date and somehow i managed to fuck it up. Right now, i couldn't begin to tell you. Don't think i ever will without straight out asking. And that's usually a sign that there was, in fact, no spark. Just the light reflecting off something somewhere else in just the right way. Hope = 0.

I do know that i'm tired (and not just of being awake) and going to bed. I need a new life, this one seems to be going downhill at a very high velocity and i seem to be unable to stop it. Who wants to see me crash and burn? :-|