11 hours of sleep.

something is truly beautiful about lying down for a nap at 7pm after some long-awaited mutual affection *nudge*nudge* *wink*wink* and not leaving the wonderful world of sheets/dreams/nekkid TT beside me, except for listening to the answering machine and to pee, to find out where the fire place smell was wafting from (outside?), until 11 hours later. something truely beautiful.

i am rested, serene, happy, content.

as of late i have been being a big silly ball of anger, anxiety, frustration...a stomping/pouting mess. pleh. no one should have to deal with that quim, but they did.

hopefully now that is over,

...and i am not minding being at work, taling with my bootyboi at home while he watches the kitties make-out. cute! i think i(we) are complete. this is all i need, really. yes.

side note: i have found a few long, spirally red hairs wrapped around the handle of my thermos. this reminds me of the man who wrote a poem about repotting a plant and finding one of his wife's long blonde hairs in the soil...after she had been dead for a number of years. how he missed her. never fear, TT, there are plenty of hairs stowed away in places,... particularly trapped in the weave of your socks, wrapped around a collar button. how odd.

i digress...

but this reminds me...today i begin working on my application to the MFA program for poetry here. i am to finish the MLIS in the spring, and will continue *pant*pant* with school until i move away from this wretched place.

yay defer-mint! yay staff job + tuition benefits!

yay coffee!!

*sip*