(18th February) Confusion and cats
[Yes, I know I haven't posted for ages. Deal ;)]

This evening was spent with Mary, drinking her wine and making plans for my soon-to-come adoption of Martine (gorgeous little grey cat). Mary is somewhat neurotic about Martine's well-being in the future, so she's written me an incredibly long set of instructions as how to treat her. I think I'll do OK. (I have a feeling that Martine is more robust than Mary thinks, and that Mary's concerns say more about her than about Martine).

Confusion comes as I visit Casey's work to invite Hillary to a gig with me. I end up having lunch with Hillary, Case and Drake, and talking mainly to Hillary. I suggest the Evan Dando gig tomorrow but she's busy and doesn't really dig the guy. It's weird. I feel like she'd been giving me some pretty clear 'come ahead' signals (well, she asked me twice, on seperate occasions, to come into work and arrange to go to a gig with her, so that's an expression of some interest, right?). But whenever I suggest anything, she's turned it down.

Oh well. She's leaving town in a few weeks anyway, and may or may not be back. It also gets me out of the moral dilemma of 'when (and if) do I tell her about Cory?'. My internal moral guide (and Mary) says tell her first, but that seems kinda ridiculous without some sign that she's actually interested. Oh well. No big deal. Life goes on. 
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