So there I was, at the Starbucks parking lot (free wifi!) when I saw something move in the trees. Being the paranoid person I am, I looked just to make sure he wasn't there, but of course, he was. But I didn't do something stupid like get out of the car to get a closer look. I slammed my foot on the pedal and got out of there as quickly as possible. And after about an hour of driving 80 miles per hour, I finally stopped at a gas station and bought some chocolate.
So it looks like I'm getting stalked, too. I thought I would feel different, but it pretty much feels the same. I suppose because I never felt like I wasn't stalked by him in the first place.
Well, I'm tired. Good-night.