Things here are good. I saw AIM last weekend, on Tuesday and then again this weekend. I opted against talking to him about the funk I'd been in... for the time being.
We went to a Christmas party last night hosted by his next door neighbors. At one point a lot of the women were outside by the fire while the men were inside around the bar and here's what the hostess said to me, verbatim, "I know I'm really, really drunk right now but I know exactly what I'm saying. Okay? Really, I'm serious. I mean what I'm going to tell you. In the four years that I've been living here and have known AIM, I have to say that you are the best thing to happen to him and he really likes you. I really hope things work out with you."
But anyway, even though things with us are going well, I'm with Glitter on the whole turning 30 thing that happens next week. EEK. The thing is, I'm not entirely sure why I'm so afraid of it. Everyone I know that is older than me tells me that things got better for them after 30. I can only hope that the same happens for me!