Information Session Day
I do need a plan.
For days when her hair will smell really nice.
For days when she wears all black.
For days when she looks windswept and ruddy cheeked and bundled up like a baby panda - whose species should just be nurtured and protected and loved and…
...well I kind of don't want to fuck a Panda, so we're going to stop that train of thought.
The plan is simple.
Approach Ms. Swan during the session tonight. Extend the invitation.
If she says no, I will not curl up into a little ball. I will extend the invitation to Timothy and professionally hate him for the entire duration of the trip.
If she says yes, well...
I will curl up into a ball.
Cry.
And call Dr. Garrett.
Because I am an emotionally healthy human being.
One who can recognize when they are not all that emotionally healthy and does in fact need a little hand-holding from time to time.