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[drewbear]

My date last night with Jim went well. We met up at Boston Market at 6, then went to see Charlie and the Chocolate Factory at 6:40. We both enjoyed the movie, but were also both annoyed that the theater armrests didn't fold up. Snuggling over one of those things is a mite uncomfortable. I really like Jim.
**********My tomato plant is thriving spectacularly; its tallest part is now as high as my forearm from elbow to fingertip and it has 5 different flowering branches. Most of the flowers have opened, but none have started to fruit yet.
**********Tomorrow I'm heading down to Houston for a cousin's wedding. We're gonna leave sometime in the morning (hopefully no latter than 10) and come back on Sunday afternoon/evening. Aside from the wedding, we're planning on going to see a Lord of the Rings exhibit at one of the local museums.
**********Oh god... I just threw up for no apparent reason. I hope that it was just food poisoning off my dinner; I don't want to be sick this weekend, especially since I'm going to be the one driving for umpteen hours.

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Actually, the... unpleasantness was this afternoon, not last night. Last night was almost perfect. I'm reasonably sure that it was related to the Chik-fil-a I had, since the... unpleasantness occured less than 15 minutes after I ate.

And I'm hoping that this was food poisoning, because if so, then I won't be debilitated for this weekend. Less so than if I was ill, anyway.

Thanks for the good wishes, Roger. This is the first "real" relationship I've ever been in, and there's this little voice in the back of my skull that keeps obsessing over what I'm supposed to do to keep everything going okay. It's not nearly as loud as it was when I was depressed (the fucker drowned out any chance of *starting* a relationship back then), but it's still there, nattering away.