I've been slacking on this lately, I know. I was planning a date this weekend with an interesting girl from UI-Chicago, but I received a e-mail yesterday saying that she's too swamped and stressed from her work and her studies and that she simply doesn't think that now would be a good time to meet. In some cases, this would be a veiled write-off, but knowing her, I actually believe her. I still haven't written anything back. I want to say that I must be every bit as stressed as she is and that we both could use the time off, but that has something of desperation in it. Last weekend, I went out on another date to see Neko Case with someone. This girl was amazing, and everything I've been looking for. She likes photography, French poetry, and Italy. But alas, she's one inch taller than I am. This doesn't bother me, but maybe it bothers her (no, she gave no indication that it does). Sigh. I find this particularly amusing since it's a question that has come to mind in another relationship I'm involved in.

Partially because I was bored and partially because I wanted to mope (I can be honest!), I played World of Warcraft like I haven't in a while and went on my guild's Blackwing Lair run. After clearing the joint in a couple of hours, I was dismayed to find that my staff that I've been wanting didn't drop. Such a waste of time.

So now I'm sitting here waiting for the sun to come up. I think I'll head down to Walgreen's and do something shamelessly indulgent like grabbing a Fifth Avenue bar to eat. That's one thing I love about Chicago: the Fifth Avenue bars. When I went home to Texas, I scrounged around in convenience stores from Tivoli to Austin and couldn't find one.