Mal: Good, in the Latin.

Today, I think it is safe to say, was a good day.

You'll not that by today I mean yesterday... it's in fact far too late for me to be posting, because I didn't get back to my room until after midnight, and then I had other things to take care of. So, yesterday was a good day.

I had a tasty burger. And I saw the Sound. And perused a comic book shop. And got a semi-pseudo job offer if someone else doesn't work out. And ate green tea ice cream. And got a pass to see the Rob Zombie version of 'Halloween'. And... and... there's something I'm forgetting.

... something -important-. Something that has something to do with all that stuff... as if there were some common element to all of these shenanigans. As if there were a -person- I was doing all this with. As if I were on some sort of a date, with some sort of a person, and we did all these things, like, together. But, I think I'd remember if it were something like that.

...

... to begin the non-being an asshole portion of the post: today I went on a date with Mal. Well... it was just sort of a prearranged hang-out that we were both sort of hoping would turn into a date, and there was a lot of throwing signals about and doing anything and everything short of actually dry-humping one another to get the point across, and eventually I overcame the fact that I am a pansy who hasn't the self-esteem God saw fit to give a sloth, and made with some smooching. And that was nice. Very, very nice. Squeee nice. Doing a happy little jig in my underwear nice.

It has been a good day.