...shit. I can't even do this. I have a good excuse for missing two days though...I was really sick, embarrassingly so. BUT I'm all better now. My passport still hasn't arrived, it's got me really bummed out.
HA. I just got back to this. Make that three days. I officially promise to be good from now on.
So yeah, I've pretty much done fuck all since our last, but hey, things could be worse.
My tonsils are swollen like a bitch, but if its any consolation, Pratchett will probably be feeling the swell any day now. Yes, I've been naughty. It's actually great because it gets Rodeo out of my mind ... hopefully this won't mean I develop an infatuation for Pratchett who as it turns out is actually pretty cool. I'm glad a gave him another chance to make an impression. No concerns really, I like him and all, but there did seem to be something lacking, besides my attention span, that is. At least it felt that way until last night...I'm weirdly comfortable with him, to the point of my mind going to some kindred spirit place, not in an 'omfgIfoundmySoulMate<3<3<3' kind of way but a totally friendly--and ok maybe a little sexual--way. I need to figure out how to dash on this thing.
Meanwhile, I'm consuming a fruit loaf, drinking lemsip and calmly, patiently waiting for my passport. OMG WHY ISN'T IT HERE YET? I may actually leave the house today, you know what they say about all wait and no play...I think I'm stir crazy, so I'm glad that Pratchett came over and chilled. I literally don't have that much to say. But I shall endeavour to create something today.
more profound at some point,
xx
day
a thought- could there be day without dusk/ dusk without day?
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