You may have guessed from today's first entry that I had trouble getting up this morning. I really was a slug, and out of it, still tired and spacy when I walked the one block from my building to the bus stop. (I'm not a morning person under the best of circumstances.) I only had to wait a minute or so, then the bus arrived, and I walked in and found a seat, turning around so I'd be facing forward.
On my way in, I briefly saw someone, slightly farther back in the bus, who kind of looked like a college friend named Beth. She was having a conversation.
And she kind of sounded like Beth, too.
This tells you how spacy I was feeling: I kept wondering if I should turn around and ask, "Um. Excuse me. Beth...?" And kept thinking I shouldn't, because either it's not her or it is her and I'd come off as having had some horrible brain injury since graduating. Or something. Basically, I was worried that I'd look like an idiot, that I wouldn't be able to engage properly or get over my spaciness...and then as the bus continued across to the west side of the Willamette, the worry became why are you waiting so long to try and say "hi" to Ms. Whomever back there? Now it's going to look creepy, like you're monitoring her. Or stalking her.
Here's another thing: Beth (who back in college kind of looked like a more petite Emma Thompson, and trust me, this is a good thing) is very, very high on the list of Women I Should Have At Least Asked Out On A Date, Darn It. I found her very interesting. And, um, aesthetically pleasing, you could say.
Which shows you how much in knots my mind can get tied. Especially when I've had not enough sleep!
In fact, I plead "not enough sleep." (Oh my God, that almost sounds to me like the Twinkie Defense. Sorry.)
So. Who knows.
On the definitely-happy news (and to abruptly change subjects), I found out earlier tonight that singer-songwriter