Phobias and Phone Numbers

Although I woke up exhausted, I decided it was going to be an okay day.

There was a pretty girl sleeping on my couch -- and who doesn't like waking up to a pretty girl? Apparently she was a roommate of my roommate's. In any case, she was nice and didn't seem to mind that Josephine was acting like her obnoxious feline self.

It was also beautiful outside. It reminded me of springtime in Nebraska -- slightly overcast with a delightfully crisp smell and just barely cool enough for a scarf. Plus, I woke up in time to make coffee, and nothing makes my mornings better than coffee during my walk to work.

The way there, while obsessing over a 'conversation' with Nathan about finding my One True Love, I saw a homeless woman vomit, which almost ruined my morning due to my severe vomitphobia.

I ran into a man on a motorcycle three times (outside the municipal building, outside the post office, and outside the bank). Each time we shared pleasant greetings, even though his helmet was on. The third time he asked if I would call him if he gave me his phone number. I told him I couldn't promise anything and he gave it to me anyway. For some reason, I found the whole exchange to be hilarious -- perhaps because I never saw his face.

Work today is filled with undertones of slight embarrassment. Secret smiles from alcohol induced conversation and dancing that took place at the Christmas party on Friday. All in all, a normal Monday.

I am giving blood on Wednesday for the first time in my life and I'm nervous. Does that make me a baby?