11:30 Monday Morning I started writing this over an hour ago, but i kept getting side tracked singing songs that I hadn't heard in a long time. Too late for another date. And another. And another. and hopefully yet one more. I felt like I was falling for him even when he was drooling over bicycles that cost more than I'm worth in Al's. It's silly because. . . i'll never see him again after Thursday. . .. And I'm still writing him a birthday card. And I figured out what I want to get him. Just a wee little frame containing our photograph. . .even though i look psycho in it. I need a cuddle so i forget all about this boy who is mangling my mind and screwing my heart over so many different ways. I'm not used to this. At all.