So this is what I think happened.

It's not that I'm lazy. I'm more high-strung than anything. It's more the fact that...well...

I GOT THE PROMOTION.

To sum up, I essentially feel like the Einstein of accounting right now. It's definitely not laziness. It's that I've been working like crazy. So much so that I haven't had time for a single date for the past month and a half.

Here's a summary of the primarily un-notable events of my life:

(1) Summer is most definitely here. No chance of snow for the next several months.
(2) I've read The Fountainhead by Ayn Rand, and Mark has spent the past several weeks trying to convince me that I'm a Libertarian. I'm starting to believe him.
(3) I went to see Knocked Up at River East Theatres downtown after work one night. WITH JAY. I'll elaborate on that shortly.
(4) I drank three glasses of wine tonight and am feeling, what I like to call, cheerfully tipsy at the moment (which I plan to exploit as the excuse for any incoherency you note in this post). I really like the Savignon Blanc I've been drinking. Maybe I'll become a wino.

There. The biggest problem with documenting your life in a diary is the fact that it mostly just highlights how very mundane life is. Life is spreadsheets and multi-vitamins. Not martinis and sex.

In regards to (3). That's right. Jay and I have moved beyond the mere co-commuter relationship. The week before last we were making idle morning chatter on the el and our conversation veered off towards the cinema. And we both said that we wanted to see Knocked Up. And then he suggested that we go after work one night. And then we did. And I totally thought IT WAS A DATE. And it turns out it wasn't because when we went out for drinks afterward, he casually mentioned his girlfriend.

And I casually tried to pretend as if I'd always known he'd had a girlfriend (who's a doctor in the process of doing her residency by the way), and was aware of the fact that our movie outing WASN'T A DATE. And to be honest. I think that I felt intense relief more than anything. Mostly because I really do want to take a shot at not dating for awhile. Self-inflicted celibacy is so en vogue right now.

Also, I think Jay and I could really become good friends without all of the romantic confusion that goes along with dating. I think he's funny.