This week in real life was one of many firsts. Today, for instance, was my first day at my new job at the bank--a three-hour shift that comprised of completing various computer modules. Other firsts include the first time I went clothes shopping on my own; I realize now the only reason I disliked clothes shopping in the first place is because, one way or another, I'm keeping somebody waiting--once I eliminated that factor, I had myself quite a blast. Finally, and arguably my most impactful first, would be that of my first date. We had hung out once before to see Inception for the first time together, and the subsequent first date's goal was viewing it a third time together. What we did for the other seven and a half hours we spent together was an amalgam of talking and laughter with random activities in-between. He is as unintentionally disinterested in common peer recreation as I. I am not sure if it is him in particular or my leaving the house in general, but I'd almost forgotten how to be a teenager before he came along. I'd almost forgotten what it was like not to hold a heavy heart over everything my family and I are suffering through. I'd almost forgotten what it was like to be around another human being who isn't depressed in some which way or form. This is the guiltiest happiness I have ever felt.
This week on the internets good god, where do I begin? Someone's created a Javascript out of a game I played with myself for years. GREAT POSTER OR GREATEST POSTER? And this is why I should never be allowed to furnish my own apartment.
This week in fiction the writer's block is gone. Time to get to work.
