I wish that, after so many days without posting, I had something more profound to say. Which isn't to say that there hasn't been anything big going on - Carmen and Jeff brought little George into the world; some old, old friends from Rockford resurfaced - just that all of my creative juices as of late have been directed more toward playing guitar and finding new ways to fold fitted sheets. Plus, Greg's been busy, and I tend to get a bit down if I haven't seen him in a few days. "Well, that was good... Got some shit done... Now what...." Makes it hard to get to sleep. It's not that my world ends when he's not around. I still have plenty of work to do, and there's always Maddie, hopping out of the bathroom with a wad of toilet paper between her butt cheeks, telling me she's the Easter Bunny.
But here we are, Tuesday already. My laundry's done, the Easter Bunny's taking a nap, I've already practiced guitar. If I take a nap, I'll be up all night. Tried reading. Mind is distracted with random thoughts, like, "Are there any major arteries or veins in the cheek? I don't remember there being any... If I were to get cut up in the face like that girl on 'Law & Order,' could I bleed to death? What if you got stabbed completely through the cheek...? Gee, look at that. Hangnail. Hm."
It's just not as much fun when he's not around. Less fulfilling.
Gee, look at that.
Hangnail.