Well; it the day after Valentine's Day.
I have survived, and,
This was Year 3 of no-shitty-events for this day.
The BF and I had a really nice day. We both wrote each other letters. I thought that was kinda sweet; I had also gotten him a card -- but it was one I'd gotten last year, but had not had occasion for it at that time. I wrote a silly poem, and I think that worked.
Tomorrow, we go hang with his mom; she's nice, so that's not too anxiety-causing.
BF convinced me to join his favorite forum. I joined, but 99% mostly to play a game I've been backseat reading for about 2, 3 months. I was nervous asf about meeting his crowd, but, so far, they DOOO seem like my buddy D.C.: intellectual, chill, and helpful.
I got agitated for hours; could also have been the "edible" we had.
I have 30 pages of 40 posts/ea to cover before I know the lore of the game I'm going to play. I have plans to catch up with it through the weekend. I'm at such a derp-a-lerp tired mode, I can't keep taking notes.
I feel like writing, just writing stupid shit like this.