Mixed feelings accompagnied by a pounding headache from playing EQ for four hours straight and skipping out on coffee...
I'm playing hot date to a "friend"s corporate christmas party tonight, all decked out in actually matching make-up and a silver linux tie...
Mixed feelings because on the o utside he's an insecure geek, but somewhere beneath the surface is a perimeter warning screaming ASSHOLE! but I promised and hey, maybe in all his proclaimed brilliance he'll grow out of the MoneyMattersMost stage and realize there's an unbelievable world out there...
I'm afraid I'm not going to be opening his eyes for him, tho.
But last night I dragged my princess out to the triplet's goth party and tortured a shy Hungarian boy with expertly flung pillows, and for once I wasn't the youngest... He's still 23 for a few more weeks. And maybe my partygirl mad clown entertainer status was appreciated.
Hah.
Hrmm.
Brainwaves crashing on the shores of some distant sea, the mess in my room is impinging upon serenity and I've not the energy to move it, I'm terrified of work, of the evaluation next week, of the demo I would've had ready way before next Friday if I hadn't messed up the code so badly that it doesn't compile anymore.
I have this urge to just reinstall the entire machine, but Petey won't let me...
And there was this strange quiet moment in my lab last night, before leaving, cute tech-writer dude stopped by to wish me a good weekend before heading out to Ottawa to pick up his kids.
What's with me and divorced guys with elementary-school aged daughters.
We made cursory plans to head out to the middle of nowhere... Where he grew up, to go ice-skating on the river that he fell through the ice and nearly drowned in when he was a teenager.
Then we looked at each other, realizing how strangely romantic a proposition that is, for two casual coworkers to engage in...
And showing off the boxes in my lab, "this one does this and this one does that and this one is running this and that one is going to be a Debian box soon..." I didn't notice how close he was standing until his strangely clipped accent interrupted my reverie.
We hugged goodnight, in the dark of the room, planned the porn posters to go up on the walls as modern replacements of the cobwebs that belong in a mad scientist's lab, talked some more of music we both find it odd to remember...
And parted ways for the weekend.
And he does have such pretty eyes. ;)