I just got off the phone with
dommeyourass who was rather cranky with me, in part because I accused her of stealing my lighter this morning and also because it's hot and she's overdressed. Maybe too because her interview isn't for another five hours. But the important thing is that she arrived safely, right? Besides, when I left the message it was 5:50 am in the morning after getting up at 4:30 am to drive her to the airport and I was jonesing for a smoke, so we all have our own Crankypants story.
This morning in the shower I was thinking about her being out of town, only for all of about 24 hours or so, though next week she'll be gone for about five days. I have this weird mix of feeling where on one hand I think "Freedom! Lots of time alone or with friends doing whatever I want like playing video games or watching scary movies or stretching out in bed alone or whatever else I want" while the other half feels sad and mopey and considers sleeping at her house tonight even though she won't be there. Instead, I compromise by putting on her cologne over my own so I sort of smell like her, except instead of my neck I put it on my beard, and for those who don't know this particular grooming fact, perfumes and colognes last longer on hair than skin, so it's a little...strong. Yeah, I'm a sad sap. Insert chorus of Dusty Springfield's "I Just Don't Know What To Do With Myself" should you feel compelled to make fun of me.
I had crazy dreams this morning that were all super vivid. Everything from attending a porn shoot, to overhearing criminal plans by former roommates in the shower, to being chased through campus, to watching an amazing music video made by the director of 28 Days Later, to having sex with Lowenstein, to trying to find parking in a strange neighborhood.
Last night before bed we watched a VH1 special on Anna Nicole Smith. I'm pretty much speechless except to say that it was fanfckingtabulous.
My day went from crazy busy to somewhat quiet. My interview was moved to Monday, therapy was moved to next week, and my boss is out of the office.
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This morning in the shower I was thinking about her being out of town, only for all of about 24 hours or so, though next week she'll be gone for about five days. I have this weird mix of feeling where on one hand I think "Freedom! Lots of time alone or with friends doing whatever I want like playing video games or watching scary movies or stretching out in bed alone or whatever else I want" while the other half feels sad and mopey and considers sleeping at her house tonight even though she won't be there. Instead, I compromise by putting on her cologne over my own so I sort of smell like her, except instead of my neck I put it on my beard, and for those who don't know this particular grooming fact, perfumes and colognes last longer on hair than skin, so it's a little...strong. Yeah, I'm a sad sap. Insert chorus of Dusty Springfield's "I Just Don't Know What To Do With Myself" should you feel compelled to make fun of me.
I had crazy dreams this morning that were all super vivid. Everything from attending a porn shoot, to overhearing criminal plans by former roommates in the shower, to being chased through campus, to watching an amazing music video made by the director of 28 Days Later, to having sex with Lowenstein, to trying to find parking in a strange neighborhood.
Last night before bed we watched a VH1 special on Anna Nicole Smith. I'm pretty much speechless except to say that it was fanfckingtabulous.
My day went from crazy busy to somewhat quiet. My interview was moved to Monday, therapy was moved to next week, and my boss is out of the office.