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At work. The mall has returned to its mostly tranquil state of being. I appreciate this, that odd rarity of a quiet mall; I'm not built for the rush of rampant, conspicuous consumerism, although I most certainly do have my moments.
I've started a 365 project on Facebook, posting a photo a day there for the next year. It might be little more than an exercise in narcissism, but I'm hoping that, over time, I'll take more and more interesting pictures. I'm limited by my technology and have to resort to using my too-awesome-for-words cellphone camera, but maybe I can find a way to make this work for me.
I still am not writing music. After the last whirlwind week in this breathtaking relationship, I would up spending most of yesterday in bed, my body and mind both thorougly exhausted. I like it. This feels so thoroughly satisfying. And of course, because I'm me, I can't help but feel suspicious, that sense of foreboding that tickles at the back of my brain. I'm glad that it's there - I can never allow myself to be vulnerable again, even with something as wonderful as this - but there are times when I dearly wish that it wasn't necessary.
I'm also in that relationship phase of getting to know her and what she likes. I've already found a book to give her, having discovered that we have very similar tastes in literature, and now I wonder about other things. Does she like flowers? Soaps? Or is she someone who appreciates moments that get dropped in our laps like gifts from above and beyond? Now is when i get to find out.
My hands smell faintly of beeswax. Comforting. It's been two days since we last saw each other, and I find myself missing her. I wasn't expecting this, but I am grateful.