Lazy Days and Surprise Visitors
I've had a lazy day today. I spent the morning curled up on the couch in my PJ's, flicking between channels on the television. News for five minutes, cartoons for five minutes. After doing that for about twenty minutes, I settled on Saturday morning cartoons, the news is just too depressing at the moment.
Around eleven, I showered and got dressed in an old sweatshirt and my favorite pair of jeans. For years mom's insisted I get rid of them. The bottoms are all frayed, there's rips in the knees and one of the back pockets has come unstitched. I can't bring myself to throw them away though, they're the most comfortable item of clothing I own.
The rest of the day was spent listening to music, playing the guitar, reading - just relaxing. I can't remember the last time I had a day with absolutely nothing to do and I really enjoyed it.
A couple of hours ago Taylor showed up at my place, totally unexpected but of course, always welcome.
As soon as his arms wrapped around me, I felt the comfort I've been craving all week. I've spent a lot of time worrying this week about the album, about friends (I expect a call soon, Justin), trying to figure out how I'd explain to Taylor what's been bothering me...and as soon as I felt his arms around me, things seemed alright.
We sat down and we talked and he was just as understanding as I'd hoped he would be. It's seems kind of stupid that I let it get to me so much. I know he's trying his hardest to balance everything out and keep everyone happy. I guess I just needed to get it all off my chest and some reassurance.
Now, I think we're going to go out for dinner, which means I better change into something a bit more presentable.
Around eleven, I showered and got dressed in an old sweatshirt and my favorite pair of jeans. For years mom's insisted I get rid of them. The bottoms are all frayed, there's rips in the knees and one of the back pockets has come unstitched. I can't bring myself to throw them away though, they're the most comfortable item of clothing I own.
The rest of the day was spent listening to music, playing the guitar, reading - just relaxing. I can't remember the last time I had a day with absolutely nothing to do and I really enjoyed it.
A couple of hours ago Taylor showed up at my place, totally unexpected but of course, always welcome.
As soon as his arms wrapped around me, I felt the comfort I've been craving all week. I've spent a lot of time worrying this week about the album, about friends (I expect a call soon, Justin), trying to figure out how I'd explain to Taylor what's been bothering me...and as soon as I felt his arms around me, things seemed alright.
We sat down and we talked and he was just as understanding as I'd hoped he would be. It's seems kind of stupid that I let it get to me so much. I know he's trying his hardest to balance everything out and keep everyone happy. I guess I just needed to get it all off my chest and some reassurance.
Now, I think we're going to go out for dinner, which means I better change into something a bit more presentable.