wouldn't it be nice

• I'm just drunk enough that this could either be funny or tragic. Let's shoot for funny, shall we?
• Greatest compliment I've ever received: well, before I tell you, I should say that this is, in itself, worthy of a post of its own. The problem is that I've tried to write it and ended up overwriting it in my head to the point that it's unwriteable. Here's the most basic, sketchy basis of it. One of my best friends, a person who understands me better than perhaps anyone else does, let me know (albeit not without a bit of extortion) that, were circumstances different, she would have fixed me up with a relative of hers in whom I'd expressed an interest.
  
  This is a revelation to me. I've always wanted to be, and never been, 'the kind of person' who is fixed up by my friends. I'm not sure what stands in the way. I've always assumed that there is some great flaw in my personality (not my looks - I'm just not that horrible looking) that, if someone thought, "Hmm, I wonder if that would work?" makes the next thought, "Nope. Not even gonna try it." But for that specific person to have that particular thought about that other person, in that way.... Well, it was just a huge vote of confidence. A gift of trust. A sort of benediction; I am not what I thought that I was, eh?
  
  It's not really about the guy. He's clueless about the "offer," for all that it would affect him anyway. I'm not sure that he ever realized my interest (though I have at times seemingly made it terribly obvious that I am offering something [What? What am I offering? How obvious? I don't know. I just know that it seeeeeeems obvious!]), regardless of who else was involved or how many versions of the dream that I've had where everyone else in the whole damned room knew what was going on except him.
  Like I said: it's not about him. It's about the way that she said, not in so many words, "this has my tacit approval." Honestly, I don't even know for certain that it does. But when she wrote that to me, I felt like I'd been blessed. It felt really nice, to know that she liked me like that, and trusted me that way.
• Sniff.
• I opened my apartment windows after work. It was sunny out and already 74 degrees up here - lovely - at 5:30. That was all fine, especially because I was wearing a black shirt and sitting in the sun drinking a beer and unwinding for that first hour or so. Once the sun was hiding behind the depot, though, it got really cool, really fast. My feet are freezing right now. Ah, spring.
• While in the process of closing the windows, I inadvertently tackled Bob [the cactus]. He defended himself well, jabbing me in the leg and both arms simultaneously. He seems none the worse for wear.
• Things I should be doing: packing, watering plants, eating dinner, cleaning, hauling stuff to the car. I'm leaving for the home state after work tomorrow. Will be gone for a week. Things I am doing instead: sitting in front of the computer like a vegetable after sitting in front of the computer like a vegetable all day, and coming home ravenously hungry. Duh!
• One good thing about this vacation: I will be physically prevented from window-shopping at a store that I can't afford. So to speak. I've been spending a lot of time feeling like I've got my nose pressed against a window, coveting. Now's a fantastic time for distractions. Bring 'em on!