Last night was a lot of fun. Met Nick at Club Charles around 10:30. Did end up staying till close, but got a fair amount of sleep and don't feel too badly this morning. Hopefully I will get to take a nap when I get off work before Two For Tuesdays. I did get a little more drunk than I'd intended (I don't know what that bartenderess is trying to do to me. Nick says it's because of association with him and she knows to make his drinks really strong.), two white Russians and a vodka and Coke. I have noticed more and more that I remember the next day things from when I was drinking the night before. Like I don't remember it at first, then as the day wears on, things come back to me in bits and peices. I wonder if that indicates a problem? We played some good music and had some good conversation. I am really pleased with all the talking we did last night. While he was at the bar and I sat across at our table, I couldn't help but be a little in awe at the stunning figure he cuts every time I see him. I can't really remember the details leading up to it, but at one point something was said and my response was that I have morals (I can still say that, I believe), and Nick said, I know you do, I've never known anybody like you, or you're definately different than anybody else I've known, something to that effect. My God, if he had known me before what would he have thought haha! We had good conversation and laughed so much and kissed, and when we were at the car getting ready to leave ("We're really bad at goodbyes, aren't we?" he said after we'd been kissing goodnight for about 5 straight minutes inches away from traffic whizzing past on Charles Street.), he was saying something about reading about serial killers, one of my own favourite pastimes, which I have had to refrain from from time to time over the years on account of seeing things a little too vividly, and he mentioned just having read a book about the Chicago World's Fair, I immediately knew he was going to refer to H. H. Holmes. The look on his face was awesome. "All those girls who came in to work for the fair," I said, the recognition, and him knowing that I know my shit. Anyways, we then actually got in our respective cars. I wasn't even hungry, but did have my one indiscretion of the day, I kind of devoured a large portion of a bag of Cool Ranch Doritos when I got home. I don't know why I did it, it wasn't even like I was in that ravenous, alcohol-fueled eating mood that usually inspires fantasising about bowls of cereal whilst still at the bar, or the jublulant stops at Royal Farms for Combos, or detours to Paper Moon for grilled cheese, I wasn't even feeling it that much. I guess it's just my nature to not have been able to have done good all day, I got to find a way to fuck it up, or self-defeatedly "treat myself" for having done good. Anyways, up to that point, I was very proud of myself. I had managed not to eat till dinner, which I made for Carm and myself. I think I am getting more comfortable with using the oven, and yesterday had it on and even took the food out while I was home by myself. If I can totally get past that fear and start to cook more, I will be very excited and proud of myself. I made chicken tenders and garlic mashed potatoes. It came out very good, although, we were both still hungry afterwards. I wish we'd have had some vegetables to make with it or something. I realized, we actually don't have any food in our house haha. Well, plenty of snacks and a decent amount of frozen mini pizza products (although there have been more in the past), and several boxes of potatoes and bags of Lipton noodles, but really, there is an Old Mother Hubbard quality to our cabinets. Carm said she hasn't been able to grocery shop in a long while on account of being broke, and I just went to the store on Saturday, but I want to go back and buy some more real food for dinners. So that was all I had yesterday. An iced coffee on lunch (not even a Frap or decadent beverage), the chicken and mashed potatoes, oh, yeah, and a few chocolate covered expresso beans for desert. So I had done really good. Then I had those Doritos and immediately went to bed, which means they immediately went to my middle. Today, I've had a few expresso beans to keep the energy up, and Vitamin Water. At lunch, I'll get just a coffee, maybe an iced mocha. I'm debating where to go, either the Starbucks by the Record and Tape, to go in and look for the new Kooks album which was supposed to come out today, or across the street to the mall to look for cheap winter sweater/jacket kind of things at my favourite hoochie mama stores that I always manage to find cute shit at. I also kind of want to stop for some make-up wipes at Walmart on the way home, and maybe an eyeshadow, since part of me has started wanting to wear a little make-up every once in a while again.