All right. My weekend. A 3 part tragedy.

Part one:

I go out for dinner with my crush. We return to my beloved car to find a pseudo flat tire (flat yet not QUITE flat). We laugh about it and because I'm so fuckin' chilled out, I refuse to deal with it until "later".
Not so much a tragedy as a big fuckin' pain in the arse.

Part two:

Friday night, I chat with my crush at her abode. The whole time I'm thinking I've gotta tell her how I feel about her. Can't do it, cause I cannot make these declarations apropos of nothing. I make mindless chatter. Finally decide to leave. Hop in the car. Pick up the cell and call her. Boy, surreal doesn't cover it.
me: would it be awkward if I told you I had a crush on you?
her: ....
me: ....
her: let me think about it.
me: (now I'm confused) Erm, I'm not looking for anything, y'know. I just wanted to get it out there. This friendship is too important to me....blah, blah, blah, blah.
her: Oh. Okay.
So to make a very long story short. We got over it. I told my friends that I finally said something and that now I felt a billion times better. Yay!

We chatted all weekend, so I suspect she's gotten over my creepy revelation. Buah ha ha. Yeah.

Part 3:

My cat, Eddie. Very sick on Saturday. Still very sick today. She's currently under constant care at the Emergency Clinic. That's all I can write about it, cause I keep fucking tearing up. So just think healthy positive thoughts for the little fucker, okay?