Apparently people who don't drink can still get drunk.

On Love.

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In my head that sounded funny. So, as you can see, I'm seriously all off-kilter with my humor. Rather, more off than usual. The reason? Th3 Nerdster - This ain't some casual fling, methinks (yeah, he decided he's pro-me). I can usually shrug off the woozy hormones after a week or two, but I've known/been going on dates with him for a month and still feel the after effects. This is not normal and is both scary and exhilarating, which makes my capacity to do useful things, like research personal narratives on rites of passage that happen in the bathroom*, diminished. Which is frustrating, as is the loss of my spare time.

But I really can't complain because he's totally worth it. We really mesh well and, despite the struggles of having 2 type A personalities in the same relationship, we're managing pretty well (adjustment issues aside). But, then, how can I judge? I'm still (!) floating on Cloud 9.

*This is actually something that I need to do - no sarcasm intended.