I'm sick. I should've taken it more seriously last Friday when I was feeling wheezy and dizzy and just a little bit nauseous. But I thought a handful of aspirin and a nap would be enough to make it disappear. Now my throat's attacking me, too. So yesterday was fun. I think. Just when I was trying to decide whether to hit downtown by myself for some cheap-CD love, Derek buzzes my apartment. Like a blooming flower! He brought me half a box of doughnuts--doughnuts because I told him I was feeling under the weather, and half a box because, apparently, I didn't deserve a whole box since I bailed on them Friday night. Wha, he's so pa-cute sometimes. :P
We ended up going back to his apartment, and I ended up cooking them stir-fry. Gendered behaviour at its best! :P He made margaritas, and Jonno... tinkered around the apartment aimlessly. Such a strange boy, that one. I think Derek just likes picking up strays, case in point: me. So afterwards, we were pretty much all horizontally-inclined and talking about stupid, vapid things. Jonno was a total goner, weirdly wedged between Derek's ratty couch and the wall. At one point, while Jonno was too busy staring at the ceiling to care about us, Derek leaned over toward me and whispered So what do you think of him? I think you guys would be cute together.
Too weird, and oddly offensive. Then Derek had to go to work, and I got stuck with drunk Jonno for a while. We were supposed to get ice cream, but we ended up getting samosas at some Indian/Persian kiosk.
Yesterday was oddly depressing; fun at specific times, but depressing when taken collectively. And Derek didn't even let me bring home the leftovers, the lazy bastard.
I need to find a job.
I should go read stuff, I guess.
We ended up going back to his apartment, and I ended up cooking them stir-fry. Gendered behaviour at its best! :P He made margaritas, and Jonno... tinkered around the apartment aimlessly. Such a strange boy, that one. I think Derek just likes picking up strays, case in point: me. So afterwards, we were pretty much all horizontally-inclined and talking about stupid, vapid things. Jonno was a total goner, weirdly wedged between Derek's ratty couch and the wall. At one point, while Jonno was too busy staring at the ceiling to care about us, Derek leaned over toward me and whispered So what do you think of him? I think you guys would be cute together.
Too weird, and oddly offensive. Then Derek had to go to work, and I got stuck with drunk Jonno for a while. We were supposed to get ice cream, but we ended up getting samosas at some Indian/Persian kiosk.
Yesterday was oddly depressing; fun at specific times, but depressing when taken collectively. And Derek didn't even let me bring home the leftovers, the lazy bastard.
I need to find a job.
I should go read stuff, I guess.
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