Friday

I had a wonderful time Friday.  I was incredibly social.  It mostly turned out fine.  Until the Aspergers kicked in, and I had to leave very quickly to keep panick attack at bay, all was great.  Leaving right after Sassparilla went on was much like not seeing them at all, but it was still fun.

Yesterday my friends commented about my date during the day on Friday.  Quite a few 'it was just hanging out with a friend, not a date' got me wondering, was I the only one that thought it just me dragging an old friend around.  When I asked him, he thought it was, or at least felt it likely was.  My foot in mouth disease has made the situation even more awkward.  Fucking up that friendship would make me very sad.