Hmm, well, yesterday, i ate with her family.
Hmm.
It went rather well...i think. For which i am glad.
Hmm.
Well...i don't know. It's all my fault. I don't really want this to go spiraling down the traditional, unimaginative way. To begin with, i'm quite an unimaginative guy already, which kinda sucks. Am i being too particular? Too much of a perfectionist? I mean, i don't see anyone else worrying about things like this. Maybe i need to go sit in one corner and hammer things out with myself.
Okay, i'm not making much sense. Back to work.