I went on a date with a girl named Johnna (like Mayor, not Hill) yesterday. We went axe throwing. We kissed at the end. She liked me a lot. It was a good time but she wasn't for me. I'm glad I went though. It was my first date post The Great Blockening. I was more present. More in the moment. More invested. More genuine. I had no alternative, no safety net for the person in front of me. It was good practice. It felt different because it was different.
She had red hair, but she was the wrong redhead.
We're upping my Prozac to 60mg. I think it'll be the right dose for me. I'm excited.