Too busy waiting for the future to happen...

Sunday night - My roommate is in Montreal again this weekend, so I'm by myself. I was supposed to go to a friend's birthday celebration at a local pub, but I seem to have caught the persistant head cold that is going around, and which seems to get worse at night and in the mornings, so I'm going to chill out at home for a second night in a row. Probably not that bad for me, all things considered. My previous posts will indicate how stressed out I've been as of late.

I'm listening to some tunes on the internet, and reading other blogs, and generally avoiding doing the edits on the third draft of my essay. I did manage to get a few hours of work in today at Starbucks, settled nicely in a corner seat where I got to people watch too. Coffee shop patrons who sit to enjoy their java are a rather likeable bunch - they don't mind sharing your table, and often strike up a conversation with you, if you seem willing. There was a really good looking guy there today who asked to sit in the chair opposite me who seemed really nice, and friendly, and was chatting up another man who came by later. Unfortunately, with all the street noise, I didn't hear much of the conversation when the man asked the cute guy's single status. Or perhaps it was the blood pounding in my ears as the blood rushed to my face in the hopes that perhaps he was single and perhaps if I played my cards right we'd strike up a conversation and perhaps he'd ask me out perhaps perhaps perhaps. I think he said he was seeing someone. I'm starting to feel really single. single in the bad way. single as in I feel like I might as well scream how desperate I am.