Straight No Chaser

Mango

no fighting happened last night. kind of ironic. we had planned on a fight, we'd both been stacking our arguments since the first week of school; every time we referred to last night's engagement we called it "the discussion." and then, instead, we discussed everything else, did everything else, managed to stretch the entire thing out till four-something in the morning.

if he's half as tired as i am, now, then he's probably pretty mad at me. that's okay. we did straighten a few things out without fighting; i now have my christmas present and we've planned out my birthday week (which, in theory, might actually be the best week ever if not for so many classes sprinkled throughout). we also established that his new roommate is a non-presence, sleeps at his girlfriend's apartment every night, has neither the desire nor the ability to disrupt whatever schedule we might establish.

sweatpants, both of us, because it was late. kind of a first for me; this is the first pair i've owned since high school, and therefore definitely the first pair he's ever seen me in. not sure what effect that had on things. something to jot down.

this is a very mundane report on an encounter that was anything but. i do not know what it is in him that closes, and opens; only something in me understands. et cetera.