the number eight

do you ever form opinions just to have a sure stance one something? i plead guilty. for instance, 8. i like it. i haven't quite decided the deeper reasoning beyond my tendencies to use the number as an elaboration, or story intensifier. i simply believe it has a nice ring to it. "9," sounds rather boring to my ears while "8," carries with it a strange sort of mystery. (and it's not even my favorite number. i suppose i do feel that "8" seems a bit neglected. and i would like the hear the number receive some credit for its existance.) emma checked out uwsuperior today- and she likes it. coffee. wanna go? (depending on who acts as the company-- variation= likly. but the occasion seems to hold implication to more than hot liquid within a styro-foam container. ...explains the craze over "going for coffee." if it were nothing beyond styro-foam-- why not save $3 and sip out of the mug your aunt gave you when you graduated high school? yeah, i think i have convinced myself. i think going for coffee is more than that. more than hot liquid in styro-foam.) the night was lovely. challanging, encouraging. lovely. same place, same time- next week?