the ESP strikes again... or something like it

After finishing editting the SMN post, she calls on the phone.

And I answer.

And she wants to come over; "What're ya doinggg?"

I say, Just got up from a needed nap; I've been writing; I'm about to fix myself some dinner...

And I say, You can come over and do that with me if you want.

And she says, Yea, I'll buzz when I get there.

(Where do the waves break off each other, where does the apprehension meet the desire and leave me feeling this pained inside?)