They're gone.

Well, that did it. The Europeans signed for the instrument, everybody's happy, the company lives for another few months, at least.

Whee.


I normally love Spring. I have a gut feeling that this WILL be a good Spring... but it hasn't started yet. I mean, officially, yes, Spring has started. But Spring-proper... no such luck.

Bonnie wrote my back last night... that was unexpected. And nice... I still get butterflies in my stomach when I think about her. She's probably right, it never woulda worked between us... she's far more "with it" than I am, and definitely more mature. Sad that I know that... ah well. I suppose it lets me hit on the really cute waitresses I meet (Ginny and Nicole... although I'm getting the feeling that Nicole is very, very young... like, 20, which is too young for me). Not really a plus side, though... I still spend more time daydream about Bonnie than anyone else. Probably spend more time daydreaming about her than everyone else combined... which is really just sad.


Ah well. Whacha gonna do, really? Gotta grow up, first.

Speaking of which, I should probably go say good morning to my father and then get down to brass tacks... oh joy, oh bliss.