2/12/02 - 11:07 p.m.

Sighing, every single time I think about her. Sighing and smiling.

Frightened to say too much. People feel that way when they feel this way....

She sent me an email. I sent her an email. And I thought about her all day. Imaginary conversations, even.

Valentine's day Thursday. Shopping for a gift. Valentine must be prettier. Roses. Earnest things to say....

Everything's better now. Nothing can bother me. I even got hired back for a third day at my contracting gig. And friends have sent listings for new jobs that are finally springing up.

Good thing, too. Work has been exhausting.

It's getting in the way of my dopey mooning around...