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I should write about my night. I should write about chocolate chicken and left handed forking. I should write about having nothing to talk about, and cute noses, and touching arms and then thinking...good god I touched her arm. Hmmmm or chocolate confusion....

But I'm wicked tired...so it'll have to wait. :)

Or I could write about how I've never been so absorbed in conversation? We discussed how observant I am...except I couldn't tell you anything about anyone tonight...except maybe the waiter? And the girl with the cute nose. :)

Or the fact that when I was coming up the stairs tonight...I curled my toes...because I thought something might grab them from under the steps.

Oy...I soooo gotta go to bed.