I keep telling myself that this would be an easy thing to do.

And that it would be the right thing to do.

I look back at the last several weeks, and I see that there's nothing stopping me.

And by nothing I of course mean nobody.

There's nobody stopping me.

There's nobody worth stopping for.

I should do this.

It would make things a lot easier, in the long run.

Timing is everything.

I keep saying that.

But only because it's so fucking true.

I really should do this.

But not tonight.

Tonight I'm busy.

Or I will be very shortly.

Damn she's hot.

Timing...