Stress and Forgetting Stress

So I hung out with Jenny Tuesday night.  We hadn't hung out in awhile, and we like to try the old still being friends thing, despite the usual "tension" involved between people who went out for two or three years.  We went The Cheesecake Factory and had desserts.  I had a piece chocolate raspberry truffle cheesecake.  I wished I'd gotten something else.  She had an ENORMOUS strawberry shortcake with strawberries that were a little off (it's not exactly strawberry season).

She decided to pay for both of us.  I wasn't going to let her, but she said she owed for last time (I don't even remember "last time") and that she wanted to anyway.  I suppose she's so much richer than me (higher paying job with more hours, eccentric rich grandparents), so why should I argue? 

We didn't do much else.  We went to Newbury Street and looked at some CDs which I decided I couldn't afford.  It was comfortably awkward for me.  We had a hard time really talking about things we might've wanted to talk about - short of blurting out a few things to each other while we were walking home that we'd obviously been wanting to say for awhile - but it was the kind of thing I expected, and it got me out of a small rut of regret that we hadn't stayed together (something I'll invariably slip into from time to time, because we did have some great times together and I really did - and still do - have great affection for her).

There's not much more to say about it.  It was a not too bad, but not too great evening, in which not much took place and but it was an escape from the work at home I'd have to face.  Yes, the work.  That essay.  I finally did finish it... Sometime around 6 AM on Thursday morning, after staying up all night Wednesday.  My professor said I (and a couple of other students who handed theirs in late) were lucky he was feeling generous this quarter.  So he accepted it three days late.  My blind luck pulls me through once again.

After I finally had that in, it seems a huge burden has been lifted off me.  Sure, I have more stuff to do.  I have more essays to do, two for finals week in two weeks, to be exact.  But that's not until later.  Now it's Friday, and now I'm going to New York.  I'll see you Sunday night, chumps!