Update.

[howie_lovie]

It has been a while since I've written here.  I don't know why, I simply haven't had the urge to do so.  Instead, I've been plagued by a need to write--really write--for hours on end while Jane sleeps next to me.  My sleeping schedule has become rather displaced, but it was never normal to begin with.

The student council elections are going as I

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[bakunin_burger]

You're welcome.

[charlotte_b]

write--really write--for hours on end while Jane sleeps next to me

This is a very sweet image.

[howie_lovie]

It's also frustrating that she can sleep so calmly as I am frantically attempting to keep up with my mind as I write.

I saw that Alexander has finally done something. Your turn.

[charlotte_b]

How do boys' brains work, Howard? How do I respond appropriately in kind? Why on earth am I turning to you with these questions instead of wetting myself in terror? The world may never know.

[howie_lovie]

They don't.

If you want to respond in kind, I'd suggest romantically mailing him your next submission for the newspaper. However, I suspect that won't be the best tactic, though it will certainly endear you towards him.

My suggestion is to simply go and talk to him. Charlotte, let us be serious for a moment: you have gone on a date with him, you have kissed him, you have liked it and he obviously liked it as well. What, exactly, are you afraid of? He won't take advantage of you--I'm rather suspicious that if anyone took advantage, it would be the other way around. Simply talk to the boy. You are being childish.

[eliza_phelp]

I haven't been distracted nearly as much as you might like, Lovecraft. Sights on the Prize, so to speak.

[howie_lovie]

I see.

[playful_jane]

I'm available, if that's what your asking. I don't work today. Shall I come over?

[howie_lovie]

Yes. Definitely.

[playful_jane]

On my way.