October 07, 2003.
excuse me, life. anytime you want to start making sense.
and i've told myself this before: things you least expect to happen happen when you least expect them to.
like a call from a boy at 10pm on a sunday night that you wrote of as a lost cause after three weeks of failed efforts.
and now, somehow, he has convinced me too cook him dinner on thursday night. i have never cooked dinner for anyone. ever.
(but i'm not complaining. no.)