As often happens, some considerable amount of time has elapsed for which I’ve failed to account. Chock it up to negligence, forgetfulness, or just plain laziness. In brief, these past few months I have managed to accomplish a few more or less important things like completing my first year of college and, well, that’s about it. After a few weeks of being home I’ve fallen into a schedule of waking up no earlier than 10:15 a.m. and retiring only after 1:30 a.m. I wouldn’t call it the most efficient paradigm, but it does offer pleasure in that my lifestyle seems to resemble the luxury and intrigue of the 1920s socialite more and more every day. All that’s lacking are the extravagant dressing and evening gowns and the overabundance of alcohol. And the handful of handsome suitors to take me out for a night on the town. Is it really so much to ask?
These days I’m also suffering mild frustration owing to a lack of close physical contact with other people. Now, I’m very an acknowledge-others’-personal-space kinda gal, but sometimes I just have the urge to be in very close proximity with others. And not under any spectacular circumstances. Sitting side-by-side with someone whose arm lightly presses against mine –that’s all it takes. Maybe that’s sounding desperate and pathetic, but it’s just how I feel.
So, with 8 minutes remaining ’til the third hour I’m going to call it a night.
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