Written at 3:26 p.m. on Thursday, Mar. 16, 2006
I have a date tonight.
My friend (?) called me today. What are you doing for lunch? I couldnt for lunch, so I'm meeting him after work for drinks. I dont know if I feel nervous or nauseous.
There is a big part of me that keeps thinking Tracey, he's one of the nicest guys you know. Take the walls down for just one night. Then there is the thought of not really even wanting to go.