Hello again

I've just realized I have been writing NM instead of posting these days. We have fallen into a pattern of sending 20 or so emails a day of whatever random shit passes through our brains. Sort of how I've been blogging....

Only he writes back regularly, and he is real and I maybe possibly could fall in love with him...

I am cooking dinner for us tonight and we are watching a movie--he is bringing some of his favorites from his apparently large collection. I am having a really hard time getting anything done, I am so excited/distracted by the idea of cooking for him. Which isn't good, since classes start on Tuesday and I haven't even started one of my syllabi. Haven't got a clue.

Bummed

I did not get a fly out with the fancy bay area school. I am really bummed.

I still have no regrets about how I have gone about things but it hurts nonetheless.