cliche- "Will wonders never cease?"

Unproductive today . . . highly unproductive, except for having two dreams this morning & attending a 45-minute play this evening.

Of course, who in attendance at this play but the only woman I've ever tried hooking up with through Facebook? She never responded back then--and, tonight, I have yet to surprise myself with failing to disappear immediately after a play lets out (which is to say, here was a chance for me to introduce myself face-to-face, and I passed it up).

I am getting very sick of worrying about relationships . . . I think this is a good time for that: if I can successfully pry myself from these silly thoughts, I should be able to focus on everything I need to over Thanksgiving. Which is: two papers (one due on the 29th), a poetry analysis, revising a play, and drawing backgrounds for the last scene of The Burning Five. Oh, and a little game called Mass Effect comes out on Monday.

I'll have enough to worry about starting Monday beyond the circling thoughts.

That'll be good.