Gish's Blurty

my out of style is coming back
Home from work. On a half sick day. Feeling like beans, refried.

My house used to be a kind of oasis in the middle of this frozen arctic land, but since I took on a roommate, I'm very conscious of where I take my clothes off. I mean, in my house. No more dancing in my underwear (although I guess I could do it today if I didn't feel so crappy) and listening to loud music when I'm in the shower. No Matt Good singing about whatever, when I'm under hot water with awesome pressure.

Instead, I huddle here and there, working on stuff, listening to quiet music and only getting naked in the bedroom.

I'm already not so great with people in general, but am even worse sharing space. I live alone. I'm a loner, and that will likely never change (I hope not) so this whole sharing air in confined space is not going so well. Nice person, etc but I'm stuck in the state of being me.

But I make allowances for the time being. I may take a job in a community not far from here, or I may head south permanently in a few months. June, the Ireland trip is kind of my cut off date for decisions. Korea, Vietnam, New York...who knows. Might be flipping a coin. Thank god my job is pretty transferrable.

In any event, time to go swim in my green bamboo sheets under a feather duvet. Bailey doesn't like to sleep with me when I have the fan on. I think eventually I'll win that argument.

Current Mood: sick
Current Music: Don't Be Crushed - Hawksley Workman