The smell of her lingering on my shirt

This is kind of pathetic, but it worked out well for me. After I told myself I'd wait for Laura G. to call me, I was looking at her myspace page and she'd written something about feeling lonely and whatnot, so I gave her a call. She called me back while running errands in her pajamas, and ended up coming over. She was tired as hell since she's been working like crazy. She said she was about to fall over, and I said that was no problem, just fall in my direction.

We sat on the couch and talked and flirted. She called me "love" and "honey" in such a way that I barely caught them. She burped loudly while drinking beer. We kissed some. She asked me to pet her. We fell asleep, entangled on the couch listening to music, and then she had to go home.

I know I'm probably setting myself up for disappointment, but when I think of how I feel - and how good she looked sitting on my couch in old sweats with her hood over her head, and how she'd gently grab onto the front of my shirt when we were laying on the couch, and her dimpled smile, and the brightness of her green eyes, the smell of her lingering on my shirt - I don't care.

A few weeks ago, Liv told me to not worry about anything like that, since it won't really change how things work out. She was right; the fact that I've stopped expecting anything to really happen over the last few weeks actually made it easier for me to relax and be myself tonight. It was good.

Patience, grasshopper.

Now that I think about it, I have enough free time and definitely enough work to do to keep me busy most of the time that I don't have social plans in the works. Rather than feel sorry for myself and pine over Laura G. like I did for a bit last week, I can spend the time and get shit done. Getting myself busy has always worked well for me in the past. I know there's an element of escapism to it, but at least in this case the escapism is at loggerheads with my procrastination. It'll feel good to have less shit hanging over my head anyway.

Speaking of Liv, she sent me photos of Eszti's puppies today. Fuck, I wish I could go and just watch them right now.

I have an all-day lecture tomorrow and Saturday. It should prove educational, informative, boring, dogmatic, and ridiculous, I suspect. I mean, Hell, it's called "The Alexander Discipline" and it's being presented by two of the Drs. Alexander (of many). Some of their principles rub me the wrong way already, such as their focus on centric relation, having "mandibular incisors balanced on basal bone," and (I think) feeling wisdom tooth extraction aids retention. Non-dentists (or even non-orthodontists) will probably not understand why I feel so, but those positions have the weight of history behind them, with absolutely no quality research in support. And people have come to fighting over them. Crazy, I know. I'm obviously in the skeptic/"that's bullshit!" camp.

Ok, I just did some text message flirting, and now I must go to sleep or I will be super-deadsville tomorrow.