I haven't written much about the Chemist of late, but our correspondence has flourished over the past week. I'm proceeding with caution, for a number of reasons that are too complicated to go into on the blog, but we have agreed to progress to the next level - telephonic communication - this evening. I'm totally nervous and excited and freaked out. How does one talk to a stranger on the phone? Particularly a stranger who isn't really a stranger because one has been having a wonderful correspondence for more than a week with him? Also, I wanted him to call me so that I wouldn't have to be the nervous one who had to get the courage to call, but I fear that the result of this decision to be the callee rather than the caller will mean that I'll be all nutso like the protagonist of this Dorothy Parker story.
Anyway, I'm totally excited. And totally freaked out. Oh, and I'm still not done with my stupid article. I think I should just accept that I'm not going to be done with it until the date of the actual deadline. I'm just annoyed with myself that I have to be that kind of person.
But I'm totally excited. I hope he doesn't have a voice like a chipmunk, though. That would really suck.
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