I was supposed to be over at exDave's apartment today watching Being John Malkovich. Yet what do you do when your instincts tell you not to do this?Something just hinched up inside me and screamed 'Don't go.' In the past three months, I've shown up on his doorstep unannounced twice. I don't trust him fully yet. I don't know whose fault that is but knowing wouldn't change anything. I just know that if I showed up out of the blue, exDave would be caught off guard and wouldn't be able to try anything on me. This stance of actually asking and expecting me over just seems like he's planning something and I don't like the sound of that.
And to my dismay, Stacey appears to be going full steam ahead with her pursuit. She wants to be with Bruce and since I know that gung ho feeling all too well, I can't stop her. You can't stop a desire like that with logic.
In other news, a bit more trivial as well, I'm sick. Not as bad as Maggie's got it right now, she's with the flu in Rochester. My eyes are watery, my nose is stuffed and I'm more than a little congested in the throat area. So I'm sitting here thinking up some really kooky things. I'm that out of it.
Have you ever thought about how much you think? I mean, actually sat down and thought about just how many ideas go through your head at any given time. I read somewhere, or saw it on an episode of Pop-up Video, that the mind holds 7 thoughts a second. That's 25,200 thoughts an hour. Of course, some people have the capacity for more and sometimes less, this is just an average. But damn, that's a lot of thinking and a lot of inner noise...if you think about it.
