Isn't it incredible how we let people ruin our moods? I am just fascinated by my inability to dictate my own reactions to the things people say or do to me.
Tonight I got to spend time with Cody and it was a great. I had to work, but afterwards, we went to see Fast Five in the theaters. Super awesome movie, so I was a little excited about it as we were leaving. A little too excited as I was "making a spectacle" of myself and apparently embarassing him.
Doesn't matter how much I try, all of the warm fuzzy moments I spend with him will not erase how that feels. Here's to the hope that I will speak up and to the hope that he will learn how to talk to me someday. I'm going to bed.
