Ridiculous

I do tend to overthink things. And by "things" I mean "everything".

Right now, I'm trying to decide where to go to lunch.
Do I go to the very close corner deli and get a burrito and chips for $3.50 or do I take a walk over and up Westwood and try out a Persian sandwich place I've been reading about? I don't know how much the sandwiches cost. I'm not even sure exactly where it is. Vaguely, yes.

I'm also feeling foggy-headed. Maybe I should go to the place where I don't have to cross many streets. My legs are also hurting from La Cage rehearsal.

That's it.
I'm getting the burrito.

One of these days, I'll get that sandwich though. Most likely not after dance rehearsal and cold medicine.

Must be strong...

I suck at planning surprises for people.

Don't get me wrong, I plan EXCELLENT surprises. They're generally unexpected... except when I blow the surprise because I have to talk about it. I'm awesome like that. I spend a bunch of time trying to figure out the best gift or party idea or meal for someone, come up with a great idea AND THEN I WANT TO TELL THEM! Because I'm excited and I know THEY'll be excited and I want us to be excited about it together because I'll be slightly disenchanted with the awesomeness by the time their birthday/christmas/party comes around. And I know that the other person's excitement will inspire new excitement when they finally get their surprise... but it's REALLY hard not to talk about it.

I can't even really talk about it HERE for fear that the person will somehow stumble upon this blog and blow the surprise! Dammit!

Oh forget it! I'm done not-talking about it.