Allyson--you won't know until you actually, you know, go out with the dude. It may be a polite thank you meal. He may want to date you. He may want to be friends. He may have no idea what he wants. Every time you find yourself obsessing and talking yourself down (which if your dating record is anything like mine, will be apporximately every 10 seconds), just remember that you have no idea what he is thinking and every molecule of worry you spend on it won't change a thing. Get out of your head, girl, and just go and eat.

Something not from The Onion:

Poll: People Support Gay Marriage More Than Rodents As Pets

SAN DIEGO -- Ferret fans were disheartened by a statewide poll that showed more people support gay marriage than legalizing the rodents as pets, 10News reported.

San Diego-based Ferrets Anonymous commissioned the Field Poll to gauge public opinion on critters, but found that only 38 percent of those queried support legalizing ferrets, while 43 percent support gay marriage, according to the San Jose Mercury News.

"I thought California was more of a live-and-let-live state," said Pat Wright, who founded the group in San Diego in 1993. He told the San Jose Mercury News that legalizing gay marriage or marijuana might have a better chance at the polls than ferrets.

Okay. Hi. With the woozy. I think I overestimated my recovery from the sinus funk this morning, which in turn explains my waking up psychotic. I am going to stop mentally punishing myself for being a loser until such a time as when the funk and I go separate ways.

I have tea. I can make it another thirty minutes. I think.

Oh, and Matt, I'll totally send him East. Friends don't owe friends finder's fees. Just don't gloat about how fantastic he is in the sack. That's all I ask.

Have you met me?

Seriously though, sounds like you should have a fun evening regardless. Just remember, even if he asked you out with nothing more than friendly intent, that doesn't mean things have to stay that way if you play your cards right.

I would never call you a loser, sarameg!

13 more mintes and I'm gonna escape. Screw not having finished all the end-of-month crap. It's not going anywhere.

I am going to stop mentally punishing myself for being a loser until such a time as when the funk and I go separate ways.

I've been waiting for that for about 20 years.

shrift, are you conscious enough to beta something? (Or will slash make you feel better?)

I've been waiting for that for about 20 years.

Believe me, I hear you. I just try to give myself a free pass when I'm sick, because if I don't, I'll end up sobbing at my desk. I'm out of Kleenex. It'd get ugly real quick.

Timelies all!

Soon I shall change into dressier clothes as tonight is the First Seder, and we are going to my MIL's house for dinner.