Well, "awww here it goes" again. I left work thinking that I had to be around to pick up/escort my visiting acquaintance but it turns out he was going to show up "tuesday (or wednesday!)" and my basis for worrying about why I wasn't getting any calls has been split in half. and somehow, now, onto him shall I shoulder the blame of me, sitting here, organizing my music obsessively for several hours... I only realize how long I've been sitting here because my stomach is reminding me I didn't eat dinner!

So. leftover curry. or more cereal, since I bought it in anticipation of a guest. and leftover lyrics from an old tune (remember this one?):

you know I'm always moaning
but you jump-start my serotonin
but how do you know you've ever really loved?

I shall shyly retire to the fridge, and then a futon. no guest in tow, just a list of "things to do"