Fickle.

Sometimes I feel as if I am fickle. But then I remember that it is a woman's prerogative to change her mind.

And yet.

If you had told me three weeks ago that one of my friends would decide to cross that line and would do it in so decisive a manner that I haven't been to sleep earlier than midnight since, I would have thought you were crazy.

And yet.

I just got off the phone with {redacted}, and yes I realize that is a forced, silly little construct...but you know the old internet saying "Pictures or it didn't happen"? Well, we're not claiming it happened until there are pictures to prove it. (No, not that kind of pictures! Ones I can put on the internet!) We are amusing ourselves by being coy, although the dots are there and can easily be connected. TBeck, at least, either has figured it out by now or will when he puts five minutes' worth of thought into it. (And yeah, I'll tell you over on Facebook if you get it, but not here.)

Anyway, we've been talking on the phone since he got off work at around ten-thirty or so, and that means that, between phone calls and text messaging and the internet, we have been out of touch 8 of the past 24 hours, and that's only because at least one of us was asleep. And that's weird. What's weirder is that we haven't run out of stuff to talk about yet, and we haven't annoyed each other yet.

I cannot say with any certainty where things are going from here, but we're having fun and pleading the Fifth. We paused in the mocking of some of the people in my Creative Writing class to agree--again--that we really owe JayG a thank-you note.

I will do my darnedest not to be too mawkish. But when the two of us disappear from the internet for about a week, at the same time, I guess it will be obvious if it isn't already.

I'm going to sleep, and try to get another post up later on. A good rant, just to prove I haven't lost my edge.