I sent that email about 8 hours ago and still no response from him. Needless to say, this is getting me all fidgety and nervous. Another one of those holes, I chose to dig deeper for myself.
And I barely got any sleep over it too. I know that I dreamt and some excerpt from my dream keep flitting back to my mind at one time or another but they were disjointed. All I remember is being at the Shangri-la waiting for someone to arrive while chit chatting with some friends.
I'm pretty darned sure that his awkward and well, embarassing behavior of mine falls under the box labelled "compulsions". It's powered by the same driving force that gets me to play minesweeper, insaniquarium for hours, marathon research sessions, my stint in Y!Answers. It's the carrot on the stick that makes me want to chase it forever. If I were a gerbil and they hung a pellet on the gerbil treadmill, i'd be on it for hours until i was so thin my skin hung off my bones.
Right now, I want to redirect that energy into my fitness program but i'm still not well. I've been bleeding for half a month now and I'm afraid that I'll bleed more if I attempt moving a lot. It sucks. Really.
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