nothing is secret

Ok.
So I guess this blog is findable, in a way. God, I feel weird about that. I'm not sure I want Don Tapscott reading my blog. (Sorry Don). I feel like the life I describe on this thing isn't exactly "librarian" appropriate. Unless, he'll be interested in helping me publish the memoirs I intend to write from it... um, actually yeah, keep reading it...

Friday was spent killing brain cells while celebrating Jews and Christians. Our tree is hilarious. The menora almost burned the house down. Our apt. still smells like latka.
A 3am attempt at seduction was more than I could deal with. No I'm not in "love" with him. Good lord. However, I am committed enough to remain faithful. Even though kisses on my eyelids make me absolutely melt. Which of course he would know. I agree, we are frighteningly compatible and I won't deny a strong attraction, but again, the timing is just so bad.

Finally got to see AW on Sat. afternoon. Took a walk. Took a nap. He apologized, I of course forgave him. I'm so used to extremely open lines of communication that when they shut down I assume the worst.
He drummed on Saturday night. Then, finally, to bed...
The details of that are just to...intimate... for this blog.
The boy certainly got his memory back fast...