Meh

He is sleeping in my bed right now. I am playing with fire, writing here while he is ten feet away. He has no idea that I have a blog. Sometimes I secretly hope that he will stumble across it and read everything that I've felt/feel, but most of the time I know that it is best that he doesn't know about this.

His conference is from Thursday to Saturday. He hasn't mentioned me going again, so I guess he wasn't serious. Which is fine, because I have a midterm due Friday at midnight. I need to get cracking on that today. Where has my motivation gone this year? I am still nervous about him seeing his ex at the conference. I am afraid that they will spark. I guess I can't do anything about it, so I should just not think about it.

His computer is supposed to come back today. We will see how that changes things. He has essentially been living with me for two weeks. Maybe it is best that we get our separate spaces back. It is becoming difficult to remind myself that he isn't actually mine. It sure feels like he is.

One class today, then I need to get a lot of reading done. I need to NOT read PSC message boards (since that is how I do most of my procrastinating these days).

My Kettle Chips are gone. Must... not... buy... more. In fact, I shouldn't even go to the store--it would be far too tempting.

Shower, class, read... away we go...