Domestic issues at home. My mother and I are both very stubborn*, so our arguments tend to go Cold War very quickly.

Other things are going good. We've got some writers and designers lined up for this new website, that music site I write for just won a regional prize, I've almost got enough work out the way to start on another pay piece, and, y'know - there's this weather.

I've got a crush on one of the barristas at this coffee shop, and she's like at least 30% of the reason I go there, but I haven't really done anything about it because I'm not comfortable with hitting on people who (at least in theory) earn their money by being nice to me. A few days ago she came over to chat on her cigarette break, and we mainly exchanged the sort of babble two people use to prove that they're:

1) weird
2) smart
3) hip
4) artsy

It was a stupid conversation, but I think we both enjoyed it... ironically.  As the conversation was ending she kept talking about stuff she was doing that weekend, and I was too dense to even say "I'll see you there," or something along those lines.  So then I ended up at one of the things she mentioned, because it turns out she's in a band I really like, but I hadn't realized it before because when she's performing she wears a falcon costume + mask + foot high heels.  It got awkward from there, and now I'm sitting at home trying to make a list of everything I hate about burlesque.

* more accurately, we're only very stubborn when we're arguing with each other.