Murphy 182:0 Me
One of these centuries, I might maybe learn to just keep my cheeky mouth shut.
Last night was .. weird .. with FL and SB over again. Both arrived in a somewhat pissed off mood, both somewhat pissed off about one another, too. It evaporated rather quickly. It's amazing, what just the presence of a person can do to one's mood, in this case first to their moods, then to mine.
The evening ended in them sleeping in my bed and me on the couch (voluntarily; don't ask me why, I couldn't possibly tell you...), and in their moods being fine and mine dropping again.
After pretending to have a good time until first SB, then FL had left, it was Murphy's time again tonight.

I went to bed very early - around 1700 - because the night on the couch hadn't been too comfortable at all. I woke up at around midnight after a comparably disturbing dream about AR.
Anyone remember her? The girl that went to Portland without so much as a word and who never really bothered to drop me a word in the 3 months since she's been there, despite us having gotten along so nicely before?
You can imagine how surprised I was at me dreaming about her. So I decided to get up again (I'd had about 7 hours of sleep by then already). And what's in my mailbox when I check my emails?
You guessed it, she wrote. Or rather: sent me some pictures from her Halloween party over in Portland.

Although I was sure I'd be well over it, watching her on that pic felt like twisting the knife in the wound. At least I'm not thinking about SB/FL now. Gotta try thinking positive, I guess...