Where has the time gone?

I have been so busy it seems.
Working overtime, getting extra cash, and brownie points of course. Sleeping, in my new hugely tall bed. So nice. I don't even wake up with a sore back or knee anymore. So nice.
Watching stupid TV. It will be the death of me. Serial television. And now the fall lineup coming. Thank Goodness that the West Wing ended, giving me a small reprieve.
Finally got back into the movie groove. Saw two in the last week. ( An inconvenient Truth, and World Trade Centre - if you care). Two strange movies to see back to back. One talks about the personal stories of two cops and their families as they lied in the rubble, waiting to die or be found. The other talks about how the environmental disaster that our planet is, and how we should stop with all the wars, and fix the planet before it really gets bad. I think I may have renewed my interest in changing the world again, maybe I will do something constructive with this thought. Oh by the way - the Al Gore movie - went with the Bookworm. We had a great time. We saw the flick in the Bloor Cinema... It is the old old movie house in an area of Toronto called the Annex. This little area may well be my favourite area of Toronto. It's diverse group of people, stores and lack of corporate sponsored stores is delightful, though I was sad to see a Starbucks has just set up business there. The beginning of the end I suspect. We went for drinks after to a local bar. It was so much fun! Seriously. We talked for hours and hours and hours... On a Tuesday no less. At one point, he ordered us another round of drinks... And once the waiter ( horrible waiter by the way) was out of ear shot, said that he wanted the conversation - not the drinks. I agreed, and said we probably wouldn't be good customers if we just sat in their bar babbling. I have come to the sad conclusion that Bookworm doesn't realize how romantic he is in his ways. I believe that when he tells me that he wants to be the one person I go to for solace. Little info on this last point: I tend to not really talk about my problems or inner concerns with people ( hence this Blog's inception).
It is the way I am, and have always been that way.
Those close to me are aware of my bad moments and sometimes are able to coax my thoughts out into the open, but I don't tend to wander about talking about my sad days. I usually shoulder everyone else's stuff - and I don't mind it - in fact it makes me feel useful in a useless time.
But Bookworm sees that, as he himself, is the same sort of soul in his main friendset.
He spent some time talking about his current situations... and I like that he feels comfortable in talking to me, seeking small caveats of advice. - but I don't believe that he does so because he is interested in dating me. He just needs an outside point of view - and he appreciates my worldly ways ( well I will be modest later).
Too bad though, we have a bond, and to me, I feel that we are very compatible in this world we live in. I have decided to stop worrying about all this and just leave it be - see what happens next, and attempt to not get frustrated at the string of mixed messages that is sure to show itself.