It's 12:49 a.m., I'm sitting here catching up on blogs and comments and listening to music, having some wine. But mostly, I'm finally taking in a certain event that transpired earlier this week. Sigh, wow. Eleven months. I've tried not to give it much thought. But I'm not fooling myself, it's all I think about, even when I'm sleeping. I know I am not making much sense, but it's okay. I'll divulge later, or not. In other news, I'm still a "gypsy" or as a certain someone called me, a "nomad". But it looks like Saturday night, I'll FINALLY be able to move back into my room! Keep your fingers crossed! What else? Well, I've been in this incredibly "sappy" mood. Love stories, poems about love, loss, heart-break, wild, uninhibited sex (no, no, not me. just stuff I'm writing about. I'm living the life of a nun remember???) I suppose being in this mood is better than being angry or frustrated or both. I choose sappy instead. Besides, if you put an "h" in place of the "s", what does it spell???? HAPPY! :)
Putting this blog post out of it's misery. G'night!