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Beat your crazy head against the sky.
Jan. 2nd, 2007 07:33 am![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif){kind=small}
dommeyourass commented last night before bed that we had spent a week and a half straight with each other and at the end, didn't want to gouge each other's eyes out. We drove nearly 2,000 miles together, visited with family, did a party, cooked together, cleaned together, went to a service, watched hours and hours of CSI, did ritual journalling, ate lots of meals. We had no major conflict or fights, and very few cranky moments in general. But, speaking for myself, it ended at the right time -- I was certainly itching to having time alone, to work, as well as seeing other people and doing other things besides eating and watching movies. And that hasn't changed, but....this morning, sitting here eating my healthy non-processed food breakfast (good morning, New Year's) and trying to plan out my day, I feel a little like: hey, where'd she go? In the video store on Sunday evening, they played the music video for Destiny's Child song from Charlie's Angels. Last night I almost couldn't fall asleep because I had the one phrase of the song "girl, I didn't know you could get down like that/charlie, how your angels get down like that" stuck on massive repeat in my head. This morning, it was also the first thing I thought. I think I'm having some sort of malfunction in a neural pathway and I don't know how to fix it, but I might try knocking my head against a wall for awhile.
