Bedtime 2002

A productive day. I did laundry at the laundromat (towels just don't come out nice unless they get fluffed up in the dryer) and vacuumed and verified the contents of Edmond's next resupply box.

So, I ought to feel all smug and content, but I have captured a worried mood from somewhere. I guess just too much time on chores and not enough relaxation. Tomorrow I'll take the box to the post office and go grocery shopping. Fresh vegetables will inspire me to cook and that will make me feel much happier.

In truth, some of my tension is coming from the fact that I've been feeling cuddly all weekend with no one to take it out on. Ah well, that's what I get for being so dang picky. At least I can console myself about the lack of a lovely fellow waiting in bed to spoon me and keep me warm all night with the pleasure of clean sheets in a clean apartment.

Yeah, not exactly an even trade, is it? Well, throw in the fact that the apartment has just what I want in it and nothing I don't and everything is where I like it and I can listen to whatever music I'm in the mood for and play computer games all evening when I feel like it. There are some definite payoffs to solitude, I'm not denying that.

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Bedtime

A productive day. I did laundry at the laundromat (towels just don't come out nice unless they get fluffed up in the dryer) and vacuumed and verified the contents of Edmond's next resupply box.

So, I ought to feel all smug and content, but I have captured a worried mood from somewhere. I guess just too much time on chores and not enough relaxation. Tomorrow I'll take the box to the post office and go grocery shopping. Fresh vegetables will inspire me to cook and that will make me feel much happier.

In truth, some of my tension is coming from the fact that I've been feeling cuddly all weekend with no one to take it out on. Ah well, that's what I get for being so dang picky. At least I can console myself about the lack of a lovely fellow waiting in bed to spoon me and keep me warm all night with the pleasure of clean sheets in a clean apartment.

Yeah, not exactly an even trade, is it? Well, throw in the fact that the apartment has just what I want in it and nothing I don't and everything is where I like it and I can listen to whatever music I'm in the mood for and play computer games all evening when I feel like it. There are some definite payoffs to solitude, I'm not denying that.

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