Yesterday was exhausting, for a variety of reasons. By the time the eod rolled around, it felt like a Friday. It wasn’t and I had to reconcile myself with blasting some Gn’R in the office. Followed by “Eye of the Tiger” and “Hysteria.” Had dinner and drinks with John, which was nice — it’s been eons and then some since I last hung out with just him.
I’ve got my speech down at this point when people ask how I am doing. I’m tired of giving it really, but this is curse of having friends. (And I’m doing about as well as you might expect — up and down and still longing for all my good friends to appear on my doorstep for a party lasting the next 2 years.)
I’m going to crawl into a hole this weekend, which I am excited about for some reason. My to-do list is made up of dozens of tasks now, all to be done at home. So we shall see what I can buckle down and churn out.
R and I have had some pretty amazing conversations the last week or so; amazing mostly because of the maturity that keeps poking through. We both agree it already feels like forever since we lst saw each other; I don’t mean this as the whole lovers’ pining crap. We aren’t spending too much time making googly eyes at each other in iChat; it’s just that the range of emotions and coping for us has changed hourly throughout the last week and a half, making the entire experience feel more than it has been.
I need to get a haircut and trim my sideburns, which have gotten out of control.
See, this is about what my life has come to. Which is probably the same as it always was, just now with less R in it. At the moment, I am not jonesing for insane adventures or zaniness. I have more than enough stuff on my plate to keep me busy (work, writing, design, art, publishing, music, cleaning, cooking).
Because this wouldn’t be a post by me otherwise: I’m sitting on the train next to a really cute girl. And I feel incredibly awkward about it. Hi, I’m in sixth grade again.
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