magicbeans. nothing if not awkward.

back to providence. stopped by chris.k's. garth was there moving out the last of his stuff. he and cybèle have moved into a new apartment down the street from her old place. chris.k is leaving for chicago in a few weeks. the two do them came over and helped me move my new futon (thanks er!n) in. dinner next door at tokyo.

chris.k wanted to drink. i wanted to dye my hair. 'i've got some black dye that i'd be willing to share if you want to have a hair dying party,' garth says.

'well, let me run up to the pharmacy, and hopefully they're still open and i can pick up some bleach. and then i'll meet you guys at your new place.'

so my hair's black again.

drove past stef's on the way home. i didn't really want to, but felt compelled. at dinner i realized that i'm not feeling anything, romantic or sexual, for anyone else. i see people who by all rights i should be attracted to, and nothing. no long term scenarios in my head, no thoughts of one night stands. and the feeling is all the worse for knowing that she almost certainly doesn't feel anything of the sort.