I may have found an apartment. The guy is cool, the room is nice & big, it looks like it's in a decent location... the odd thing is that I'm suddenly getting cold feet. This last apartment -- the one I got locked out of -- I jumped on because I thought it was cool and I was afraid of losing it to some indistinct person. This one, I know I could lose it because the guy says he's got someone else lined up but he'd rather live with me (for a variety of reasons, more to do with the fact that this is the girl's first apartment out of college and she's working as only an inventory specialist at a shoe store, not because she's a girl and not because she claims to go to AA meetings 4 or 5 times per week because she's been sober for over 2 years now). He wants to know tomorrow. And it's a great place, but I wish I knew what was holding me back from telling him tonight that I'd take it.

It's a quarter to midnight. And I've been sitting here staring into nothingness for far too long now. Time to shut down and go to sleep, I'm not accomplishing anything by having the same thoughts running through my head over and over.

Bonus points to whoever can place the quote that makes up the title of this entry.