It was one of those eensy weensy moments when you contemplated for hours whether to go for something, back out then kid yourself for being such a wuss then finally, finally doing it. And getting rewarded.
Simply put, Mr. X implied there was gonna be this *time* and ugh. I'm wearing a stupid smile right now. While eating Winnie the Pooh cookies. WTF?!
I am debating whether or not go to this thing at Temple. Srsly. I didn't even know Temple still existed because last I checked, it was replaced by Spicy Fingers. Oh well.
Yuck. I'm such a wuss.