Mindfeel

I try really hard not to be crazy but when I manage to succeed I just feel gold-plated.

I definitely thought it was your birthday today. Amazing what three years can do to one’s memory. Whose birthday was I thinking of?

I get an odd pleasure out of seeing your name on my buddylist. Though I would never IM you, it’s comforting to see it there: six letters between quotation marks. My tummy makes a nervous stumble when I read it, and my eyes dart back and forth between your name and what I am currently occupying myself with, just in case it should disappear. When it finally does, my stomach stumbles again.