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My photobucket account was deleted due to inactivity and my lj background is no longer pretty. Funny. I remember spending so much time customizing it.
I had a pretty lovely day today. Finished my last exam yesterday night and spent today pitter pattering. My old coordinator visited me spontaneously, and I got to have tea and curry with an old resident. Been dreaming about stories I want to write, but when it comes time to type, I can't explain what's in my head. Maybe that's what brought me to lj.. I've always found it easier to write my own feelings instead of a narrative.
Robert's coming home tomorrow. Spent some time cleaning for his arrival. Still have some to do before bed. Should get on it if I want to wake up at 6 - I woke up after the sunrise today and I missed it dearly. I decided maybe for Christmas I'd recreate our first few dates... ie, spaghetti, cinema, and parliament cats.
I'm concerned I did not pass statistics.
Residents outside my door are talkative and giddy. Their sounds are soothing. The elevator takes them away.
Does Sam still love me? Why do people move and forget about each other? It's too painful when bosom friends are so hard to find.. Robert tells me I just have to continue to love her in my own way.
Tomorrow will be good. Wake up before dawn, sip hot tea while watching Buffy, watch the sun rise and listen as the sounds of the morning commuters steadily increase, spend the next eight hours chatting with my beautiful coworkers and happy café patrons as they treat themselves and coffee scent tattoos itself into my skin, then a walk home as the sun slowly begins to set, at a quicker pace than usual, anxious to be reunited with a recently-returned, story-filled, affectionate and comforting Robert.
Just focus on what's good, Bird. Learn to find peace in your daily work.
A woman in the moon is singing to the earth..
I had a pretty lovely day today. Finished my last exam yesterday night and spent today pitter pattering. My old coordinator visited me spontaneously, and I got to have tea and curry with an old resident. Been dreaming about stories I want to write, but when it comes time to type, I can't explain what's in my head. Maybe that's what brought me to lj.. I've always found it easier to write my own feelings instead of a narrative.
Robert's coming home tomorrow. Spent some time cleaning for his arrival. Still have some to do before bed. Should get on it if I want to wake up at 6 - I woke up after the sunrise today and I missed it dearly. I decided maybe for Christmas I'd recreate our first few dates... ie, spaghetti, cinema, and parliament cats.
I'm concerned I did not pass statistics.
Residents outside my door are talkative and giddy. Their sounds are soothing. The elevator takes them away.
Does Sam still love me? Why do people move and forget about each other? It's too painful when bosom friends are so hard to find.. Robert tells me I just have to continue to love her in my own way.
Tomorrow will be good. Wake up before dawn, sip hot tea while watching Buffy, watch the sun rise and listen as the sounds of the morning commuters steadily increase, spend the next eight hours chatting with my beautiful coworkers and happy café patrons as they treat themselves and coffee scent tattoos itself into my skin, then a walk home as the sun slowly begins to set, at a quicker pace than usual, anxious to be reunited with a recently-returned, story-filled, affectionate and comforting Robert.
Just focus on what's good, Bird. Learn to find peace in your daily work.
A woman in the moon is singing to the earth..