Hot Date?

I have a severly H'd A right now, it's been that way since Monday night. I had hoped it would go away during the course of the day, but it hasn't, and now I'm a little concerned. The severity of it would merit it sticking around for a day or two, but, if it doesn't correct itself soon, I'm going to get worried and have to do something about it.

In other news, I mentioned Melissa to Allen at work today, and before I had even finished my sentence Allen completed it, describing her to me and commenting that apparently she's the apple of just about everyone else's eye as well. This was, of course, to be expected, but, now what comes to mind is that naggint in the back of one's head doubt that her affection towards me is sincere. Which, of course, I have no choice but to trust, but on the other hand, I might as well not set myself up. I might as well stop reading into things as my over-analytical self tends to do, especially when presented with an opportunity I'd been looking for unsuccessfully for several years. Not that that happens all that often.

I'm in the middle of a text exchange with her now, and she asked me what I'd like to do when we go out on Monday night (we're going out together Monday night mwahahaha). This of course, is a horrible question to ask me when I'm not intimately familiar with a place, though I should be after 7 months of living here. EEEEEK. Dangit. I've officially gone into freak out mode.

*edit* after consulting Dave, my roommate, it's been decided. The Shinagawa Prince Hotel, which features several bars at the top of the New Tower, breathtaking views and all. And, if we like, we can take a ride on the rollercoaster that's built in to the building itself. They apparently have a decently cheap nomihoudai there and it's a chance to check out Tokyo a little more, for the new girl. Basically, it's perfect, except for being so far away. Oh well, train rides are train rides.