I don't need your fire to drive me higher--I've got a fire that burns on its own

Quiet night. It's a Thursday.

I should have gone to work out, but I truly didn't feel up to it tonight. Just tired, really; sleepy.

Kathleen is in town. I'll be seeing her tomorrow after work for the first time since March of 1997. Has it really been over seven years? Wow. That was a fun trip to see her in California. We caught up a bit, vented a bit, drove around and simply had fun hanging out together. I recall that it was near prom-dress season, so we went to a huge mall in Sacramento and had a dress-up afternoon where we found a whole bunch of prom dresses ranging from the gorgeous to the absolute hideous and put them on for each other, trying to outdo each other on both the gorgeous and hideous ends of the scale. Another time, we went to Napa and tried to see if it was possible to pick up guys on the freeway. One handsome guy with blond hair in a Porsche raised his water-bottle to us. That was about all the action we got. Well, outside of a wine-shop guy telling us he didn't understand what the use of us going to tour a vineyard would be since we were not of legal drinking age.

Kathleen is in town with her boyfriend for a wedding he is part of. So, instead of simply tagging along at rehearsals and being with people she will probably not see again, she asked if we could meet-up. It will definitely be interesting to see her and catch up a bit. Wow. It just hit me that Kathleen and I met 10 years ago. wow.

I'm going to go feel old now.

...and wonder when or if the Otter will call. He called me young this week-end for being a mere 29 compared with his 35. *little swoon*