So why did it bother me so much that I caught him watching me a couple of times? Why did my stomach clench up every time I heard his laugh? (Other than because it's a bloody aggravating noise sometimes.) So strange, how his presence can still affect me.
I'm ready to get into a routine. I start Russian classes on the 23rd, because I've identified my addiction to classes and learning. There are worse things, I guess.
As for the other night, I'm fine.
That is all.