Digi, digi...

I saw Her today (a result of conscious choice of time and place). There was nothing odd in the actual event: She looks at me, smiles and says hello; I do the same. But something keeps bothering me. I feel as if something had changed. Whether the change has taken place within me or within Her I do not know, but I sensed something being different.

It makes me restless, this foreboding feeling.

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What the Hades is wrong with my digital receiver?! It keeps losing the visual part and if I adjust the AV cable it loses the sound as well. Plus the remote control refuses to respond to my pressing the buttons. The picture is sometimes fragmented and I'm not even going to say anything about the subtitling.

Digi, digi...

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Stay tuned for tomorrow. I'll be having a cup of coffee (or something with no caffeine, more like) with a guy I know from the university. It's not a date, though, and he knows it as well; when he asked me for a coffee today I replied that my answer will greatly depend on his motivations, and that I am a lesbian and thus have no interest in him now or in the future. He said he'd like to have a coffee with me anyway. So now we're going in a café tomorrow once I've finished my exam tomorrow by three.

I'm not sure how it's going to go, or whether I want to be that much friends with him; I think an acquitance would be enough for me, someone to have a coffee with occasionally but nothing deep.

You know what? My therapist is going to go berserk on Monday because of this. I wonder if I should even tell her about this. Otherwise she'll annoy me by trying to convince I really don't hate men that much. Yeah, right, whatever.

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Playing now:
'Rock this party' by Bob Sinclair. The Combat choreography for this was actually really nice. And I can still remember most of it. ;) And the video is funny.

And I don't know whether I like Gwen Stefani's 'Wind it up' lyrics at all...