everytime he comes around...

Yes, passengers aboard flight 070109, this is your should be in bed captain speaking, or at least just getting up following ocho or so hours of sleep, but no, I haven't been asleep at all. This is my fault, for never keeping regular hours, & oh, perhaps the fact that I slept in intermittently until literally 6 P.M. today didn't ayudame in any way, shape, or form. I am blogging at all right now, because of a mixture of the fact that I feel like I've chugged a case of RedBull, & also because tonite kinda threw me for a loop, albeit a good one, sorta, and need to unwrap my brain a bit. I spent time with the Hooper, from about 10:30-11PMish to 2 A.M., and we although we've texted and talked on the phone since our little "misunderstanding" near the second weekend in June, we haven't actually hung out since before tonite. I'm pretty sure in an earlier blog this week I said I was over the idea of he and I actually ever developing into anything beyond friends, but lo, and behold, always a different story when somebody is out of sight, out of mind, and then in your bedroom, head in your lap, telling you he's missed you, clowning around, sneaking in a hug and kiss here and there. Having felt like I've been on a spin cycle with him since we met early Mayo, tumbling in the wash with additives of "friends" & "more than friends" & "nope, just friends" I've been unsure of it all, and only certain that I needed to distance myself from the conflicting signs & just be on the amigos side of things for my sanity's sake. However, if we continue to string more evenings together like this one, I'm only ever convinced of one thing, I will fall into this, and most likely, nothing's going to break it until I hit the ground. But with that said, so be it, I've never been one to shy away from anything, even if lessons are to be learned and some price to be paid, and this will continue to be no exception. I am, however, going to keep up my 24 dates that I've left to accrue. Oh, hoop dreams.