sunday.

i slept ’til ten, tormented by sexually explict dreams for the last hour of my repose. i woke anxious and frustrated, somewhat glad there was no one within reach because i am convinced i would have been far too demanding upon them.
valentine’s day is starting to weigh on me. being single is, as well. i spent last night at a dinner party putting all my best flirt on dean and he didn’t even give one inkling that he either noticed or cared. at one point, i asked him to rub my neck (i really did have a crick which was bothering me). he did, but he was horrible at it. that’s all right, though. not everyone can give good neckrubs.
speaking of good neckrubs, i haven’t seen, nor barely heard from, jason in well over a week. i’m not sure whether that’s by his design or not. i suspect it is, though. i gave him enough opportunity and let him know in no uncertain terms i wanted to see him. if i was as smart as people think i am, i should just take the hint, i suppose.
it’s a beautiful, sunny, mild day out. i thought i would go fill up the car, wash it and then go to the park for a while. i got to the first gas station and should have taken the extreme queues for both fuel and the car wash as a sign and gone straight home. let’s see, i nearly got run into, head on, by two SUVs. i got cut off four times, had to swerve to avoid being run into twice, and was behind some woman going 40 on the highway on-ramp. every car wash i went to had a line of at least ten cars, and each bridge had a 20 minute delay. so i came back home. maybe i’ll go out later, after every one of those bastards has reached their destination.