I woke up this morning and, cursing being out of milk, making coffee impossible this morning, got ready to go to work.  I have been in a disgustingly good mood all week, even before, during and after the potentially fraught dinner with my Ex (which was not fraught at all [which is, by the way, an excellent phrase to determine American English dialects]).  Yes, I am pleased to be out of the house, and I always love a good semester.  However, GSS and I have been in the midst of what I have coined a “crushaissance.”  We just seem to be clicking in the way we were when I first realized that I had a crush on him.  It feels great, and it has been making the week that much more enjoyable.  Will this continue?  I don’t know.  But I’m bound to enjoy it while it lasts.

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