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| Current music: | Bermuda Highway - My Morning Jacket |
Food for thought.
For some reason, my friends list is not posting any entries. I don't know if that is a Blurty thing or if everyone is on hiatus and have flown the coop.
It's semi-late in Gish-land (since I used to go to bed so early) and I feel a little satisfied with my day even though I spent most of it in bed, alternating between books and cat naps. I suppose the fact that I am not on call, makes me feel like I can do anything I want. Strictly speaking, I can generally do anything I want. I think.
Alex is sleeping soundly beside me, I'm thinking of waking him up to entertain me, but I almost don't have the heart. He looks so peaceful, and just because I am up and raring to go doesn't mean whoever is in the room needs to be as well. See how less selfish I am becoming? It's almost weird.
Bailey has taken to sleeping wherever Alex is in the house, right now he is nestled beside him. I am trying not to feel a tad disgruntled by that fact. Maybe I should take the dog's lead and just go with the flow more often. But I do find it hard to show emotion. Or need. Or want. It's hard to become un-stoic when one has been that way for so long. Food for thought.
Privacy. Which is sort of a double edged sword when one posts all sorts of shit about themselves in an online journal semi-regularly, but I feel odd meeting up with people on the street when I am with Alex. It's like...umm, weird. Such a small town, I bet the rumours are flying fast and hard. which is dumb thinking on my part. Not like his truck hasn't been parked outside my house 5 nights a week. What the hell am I afraid they are going to say that isn't already happening anyway?
Lame, in my mind. My thoughts and/or worries seem lame.
Anyway, guess I'll do some blanket burrowing and get some sleep. Not sure what's up for tomorrow. But I am thinking of a late breakfast and a ride out to one of the smaller towns.
It's time I took a drive.
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