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Pretty good day, was today.

Moserately busy, and there were only three of us there until 10:30, but we did all right.

And I have to confess, I'm looking around the hospital and noticing lots of pretty girls... girls about my age, I mean.

I interpret this as a good thing... I think.

Dating is scary, though. I've always been more than moderately shy around ladies that I'm attracted to, at least until I get to know them.

And I'm not talking just shy... I mean absolutely tongue-tied and thoroughly afraid that I will do or say something to make them laugh at me....

And yeah, I've been that way all of my life.

But I am feeling like climbing out of my shell, over the wall that I've built and dipping a toe into the ocean....

That doesn't mean that I'm not still afraid of sharks....

There are a lot of shark in the ocean.

Aspbergers' all over, dammit. I have compensated well, though, but that's just from my viewpoint.

Meanwhile, back at the ranch....

I came home at 16:30... I was supposed to be the late guy who stayed until 17:30, but the tech who works evenings told me to go home, nothing was happening and she could handle it... I don't let opportunities like that pass me by if I can help it.

I came home and finished cleaning out the bookcase and got it moved to its' new home by the door on the east side of the living room.

I haven't put the books back in it yet, because I'm not sure if I want to center it or not, and I want to hang pictures either on one side or both sides....

And I got the dishes washed and a few other chores taken care of.

I slept pretty well last night, but once again I snoozebarred for a half-hour.

And the less I eat, the hungrier I get, dammit.

I hate, hate, hate! thinking about food all of the time.

And my fasting BS isn't really going down all that much... once again, I think that I am subconsciously over-compensating based on the memory of last Wednesday when I wound up in the ER....

But since I'm writing about it, it can't really be sub-conscious, can it?

O'well, off to bed I go... I've gotta remember to wear my jeans tomorrow, I've already paid for the privilege.