Can I have a little less of a life, please?
Not long after I posted that last thing I posted, I got over the whole Channing and Brian thing. I wish them the best, I consider them both friends, blah blah blah. I'm still sick of thinking about it, though. I think I'll put those last two entries behind cuts, like I probably should have. I don't want my journal to appear to be a record of one messy breakup that now has hardly any bearing on my life at all.
I'm trying not to go too crazy with the dating thing this time. I think three was two much... I'm seeing two people at the moment. I'm just at the edge of what I can handle, socially, right now. It's not as nuts as last year, but I seem to have more close friends now too. I'm having tons of fun and I'm a much more social creature now than I once was, but I haven't had a day to myself in weeks now. I guess I never realized it before, but my more mellow social life was probably what allowed me the time to be creative, and write, and read books, and just relax. I need to find a balance... I'm still learning how.
My two current-- what do you call people you're just seeing casually? Well, my two current whatever-that-word-ises-- came from OkCupid, improbably enough. I'm actually getting unsolicited messages there again from time to time. (I guess finally changing my profile picture was a good move.) Both started with superficial one-liners (I complimented Heather's earmuffs, Adriane complimented my hair) which became volleys of increasingly long messages, then excuses to meet up, then continual meetups. Heather seems particularly fond of me; the first time she came over, she ended up staying here for over a week. Adriane is a bit harder to read, I'm not quite sure what she thinks of me, but she keeps calling me out of the blue and requesting my company, so hey.
None of us want anything serious. I could elaborate on why this is so perfect for me right now and maybe forever and yay and also woohoo, but, really, I've got things to do!
Oh and for the record this thing happened where I pulled a muscle in a sensitive area and it felt enough like a hernia that I had it checked at the clinic my new HMO sent me 50 convenient miles away to and was told I'd probably need surgery and referred to a surgeon who said it wasn't a hernia at all, which was quite a relief but the whole process wasted the better part of a week and kept costing me money but at least I got some hydrocodone out of it. This is now the fourth month in 2010 that's started with me saying "man, I hope this month isn't even half as crazy as last month."
Also, Cody lives here now and he's great, and I'm handling all the household utility bills for some reason which is less great, but I can handle it. There. Welcome to April.
(238th apology for shittiness of writing and infrequency of diary updates here)