Sunday, August 28, 2005


"Are you sleepy?" asked Rachel. I wasn't really, but I couldn't stop yawning. We'd had dinner and watched two movies (Guess Who - fairly entertaining, Sin City - masterful piece of art) and it was one o'clock in the morning. "You mean, do I want to go home?" I asked. She nodded. "Nope." I said. After a really long weekend, (the majority of which I have no desire to relive, rewrite or report), I sit here trying to think of something to blog. Something simple and lacking in the drama department. So I go back to Friday night. Because I'm not interested in analyzing much of anything else. After a night of movies and sammiches, Mart having retired for the night, Rachel and I talked. Each of us on a different couch, each just moving through one conversation to another. And the next thing we knew, it was 5:30 in the morning. Tonight, I am still behind on work. I have the first class of the semester tomorrow - which I thought was Tuesday and therefore leaves me less than mentally prepared for it. I realize the summer is officially over and I didn't finish any of the books I started, nor did I establish a good news reading routine that I was hoping to establish. I feel completely unprepared and unready for the days and weeks ahead. I have yet to get a part-time job to save cash for my move to Arizona because subconsciously I am scared I'm going to overwhelm myself. I have four dentist appointments and two additional dr appointments on the horizon...I lack any kind of sleep or exercise regimen. Both of which I need to get started. But I just go back to Friday, right around 3 o'clock in the morning. Before my eyelids started closing mid-sentence. Our hair stuck up in tufts. Our eyes were heavy. Our clothes wrinkled from tossing and turning on the couches trying to get comfortable while we discussed different things on each other's mind. Outside Rachel's door, was the rest of the world. Deadlines and duties. People and possibilities. Responsibilities. The remnants of the past week - and the week ahead. But inside, lay just two friends. In the middle of a hectic world. A bad week. Mid-mid-life crisis. Mid-thought. Mid-conversation in mid-morning. Mid-everything. I really don't want to write about anything that has happened the past three days. I really don't want to write about much at the moment. I know this post doesn't say much....but had you been there - you'd realize it says it all.