Don't you feel like trying something new?

Last night I felt unwelcome in the bed which was fine because sometimes sleeping alone is needed and even though it took a long time to fall asleep, I slept pretty good on the couch in the office. Or at least until 7 am when I was sweating because of the fuzzy pillow and fuzzy blanket and fuzzy futon cover were all too much. So I transferred to the other couch in the living room (I feel so rich, having two couches and a loveseat) which was fine until the alarm went off in the next room. I woke up enough to realize my lungs were hurting because apparently I was sleeping crooked and struggling to breathe. And my back hurts. Nice.

I stumbled around enough to take out the dog and prepare a fax I wanted DYA to send off from work and then I had to check my e-mail to see if there was a message about a job interview (there wasn't) and that pretty much brings me groggily current. I guess I could go for a run then come back and drink coffee and those two things will mean the day has started and I am officially awake, but I'm thinking I'll just go back to sleep and start this day over in a few hours. I'm not even awake enough to have a "mood".

Sorry if I get a little Homeric at times. That's genetic, too.

I didn't go back to sleep. I didn't go running either, but I'm getting ready to go all over for some errands. I've been spoiled by my bike, because suddenly walking four blocks seems long. Who have I become?

But I did get a tiny bit of work done and I had a nice discussion with the tattoo artist and I fell in love. I'm completely, overwhelmingly, devastatingly in love with Jeffrey Eugenides's Middlesex. I'm not very far along, and I recognize the honeymoon stage when I feel it, but that doesn't mean I can't enjoy it, even when it's temporary. I hope to spend all day and night with my new lover. Which will hopefully keep me away from checking my e-mail maniacally, waiting to hear from this prospective job. I don't know why I've gotten so fixated on it. I knew it was bad when this morning I got an e-mail from a lover in Italy who I haven't spoken to in awhile and I basically just skimmed over it and hit reload a few more times, hoping to see another name in the inbox. Um, yeah. Who have I become, I ask again?