STALK |stôk| verb [ trans. ] pursue or approach stealthily

I've been in a really really weird mood all day. I've been really stressed about a lot of different things (screwing up at work, unorganized finances, my messy bedroom, my poorly edited video, etc) and got really really nervous while filling out my T.B.L. application this afternoon. It was such a weird emotion. Kind of a culmination of everything I had been frustrated about.

I was completely shaking and nauseated and my mind was racing. (It probably didn't help that I only had 700 calories today.)

I stood in a bathroom stall, having a staring contest with the toilet, willing my body to not throw up--and suddenly there was a knock at the door. Odd, I thought. The door opened and I realized I probably should have replied to the knock, so I got out a "Yes?" in some mash of my Spanish accent and my Chinese accent (that I do far too often, really.) I heard, "Oh, sorry." and the door closing again. I stood there for a moment, still staring down the toilet, when I realized I knew that voice. It was MyBoyfriendMike!

Oh heavens, I'm surprised I didn't throw up right then.

After a moment I decided that my body was going to work with me rather than against me, and I walked down the hall toward my office. Mike was about fifteen feet ahead of me, and turned a corner. ...I should probably be completely ashamed that I have such innate stalkish tendencies. Let's call it curiosity... I quickly grabbed my car key from my drawer and grabbed everything I needed to put in my car. I quickly walked outside, not sure if he was still in the building or not. Right as I stepped out the door he was pulling away in his little white car. I walked straight to my car and got inside. I put my things on the backseat and pulled my cell phone from the cup holder, where he sits while I'm driving. I got out of the car and walked straight back to my office--not looking at his car once.
As soon as I was on the other side of the mirrored windows I peered out. Mike had stopped his car in the corner of the parking lot, mostly out of sight. Huh? Odd. I watched for a few moments, he didn't get out. Just sat there. I quickly got back to reality and realized someone was bound to walk past soon and see me; so I walked back to the office. Still as shaky and nauseated as before.

I'm a complete dork...and he totally saw me when I walked outside.


All I know is that I'm guaranteed one crazy dream tonight.