sweet release

I was in a sort of crappy mood yesterday, exacerbated by the sad Buffy last night. I got home to an empty apartment (Nick was at a leadership conference at a nearby resort), and managed to get some writing done, and then I watched Xander and Anya break up. I knew it would happen, but it played out quite sadly, and then I was all alone in my apartment, and I kept thinking sad thoughts about this.

After finally concluding that all I really wanted was someone to hold me as I fell asleep, I got ready for bed, choking on my tears. And then I heard a knock on the door. "God that was a miserable waste of time," he announced. He was supposed to stay the night, but he obviously didn't care if they paid for the empty hotel room or not. "Even being apart for that short time made me really miss you," he said, and the feeling was mutual. We snuggled in bed till we fell asleep.

not enough hours in the day

I'm trying to remember how I managed to work out, write a web page, work on stories or screenplays, make dinner, and still watch an hour of TV every night back in North Carolina. Actually I remember exactly how I managed it, I just didn't do any work. Or at least, I didn't do more than 4 hours or so. I would work out at the fitness center in the building around 3pm, sometimes come back afterwards, sometimes not. After work I'd go shopping at a grocery store with not much traffic around it, or I'd have leftovers. I also got to work by 8 each morning, and spent two to three hours surfing/updating my web site(s).

Whereas here, I actually like my job, so I work most of the day. I still try to take an hour for lunch, but that's about it during the day. Well, OK, when I'm stuck on a problem I drop in here, but you know, that takes about 15 minutes or so. If I get home at 6:30, that in theory should give me 5 hours to do whatever I want, but somehow it never turns out that way. I guess I still feel the need to spend two hours surfing...

march already?

( what is my Smiths anthem? not Girlfriend in a Coma, alas... )

very interesting...

I've had coca tea in South America. Better than yerba mate.