October 11, 1992 - Sunday
It's early in the new week and I'm relaxed, content, and happy. I got all of my bullshit work out of the way yesterday so this week would be off to a good start. I washed the dishes, cleaned the bathroom, shaved, and all of that fun stuff.
Ed invited Catherine out for the evening. She called when he wa sin the shower and asked me if I'd come down and let her in. She actually remembered my name. I was impressed. I went downstairs but couldn't find her so I came back up, figuring that maybe she got on the other elevator. She hadn't, so I went back down and this time saw her waiting outside the door. I waved to her through the glass and asked her if she wanted in. When she said yes I shook my head and said, 'nah.' After laughing at her a bit longer, I finally opened the door. She confessed that she had gone to Beaty West, the wrong building, which was why she wasn't down there when I first went down. As we got on the elevator, Jen from down the hall did, too, and we talked. I then asked Catherine what was up and told her that I had just been asking about her, because I hadn't heard anything about her since we were over at her dorm way back.
It was only seven-thirty when she came over, and the cheap little band that they were going to see didn't start until ten-thirty. We finished watching The Lawnmower Man, by Stephen King, and then watched Club Med. We saw an add for spaghetti and Catherine mentioned that she hadn't had any in a long time. She also really liked the Fry Daddy idea, because she missed crunchy French fries. Talking about all of that food made us hungry so Ed got up and cooked some spaghetti, and I made a big batch of tater tots. It turned out pretty good. I told Ed that I'd take care of the dishes while he was out with Catherine. While she was here, we kept talking a lot, and I kept inadvertently flirting with her.
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