tea berry-blue

i love mikey

" E=Mc2 is the equation that explains the atom bombs over Hiroshima and Nagasaki, but it is also a theory which tells us that nothing in the universe can really be destroyed." --mikey

i love mikey

" E=Mc2 is the equation that explains the atom bombs over Hiroshima and Nagasaki, but it is also a theory which tells us that nothing in the universe can really be destroyed." --mikey

yelp.

mikey is reading my book. i haven't written very much lately; i've been editing like crazy but it stillfeels like insubstantial work.

i am very nervous about mikey reading it. i'm afraid he's going to think it's lame-o and contrived. i fear this because he normally has good taste and he is more discerning than i am. i tend to be a bit more forgiving of stories if they appeal to me overall than he is.

oh well. he is a good editor and that is what i need right now.

mikey has to leave to go to connecticut for passover with his family today. i will not see him again before i leave for italy. that is very sad; i wish he were coming. i know i will see him in a little over a week but it still feels like we are saying goodbye for a long time. we haven't been away from each other for this long in quite a while.

i still don't really feel like i am going anywhere. there is this big fuzzy block between me and being on vacation, like thick gray fog.

it's not going to be terribly warm, though. it's not going to be above 65 the whole time i am there. and it might rain. that's okay, it just means that i bought all these clothes to take on my trip and they are not quite the appropriate gear. it's okay, i just packed more warm stuff. and i will take my leather jacket. mikey is letting me take his delightful gel-handle backpack with me. that makes me happy. i also have six books to read. i should have had eight but i already read two of the immortals books i bought for the trip. i am bad about things like that. i can't not read books when they are sitting in front of me.

mikey has to leave to go to connecticut for passover with his family today. i will not see him again before i leave for italy. that is very sad; i wish he were coming. i know i will see him in a little over a week but it still feels like we are saying goodbye for a long time. we haven't been away from each other for this long in quite a while.

i still don't really feel like i am going anywhere. there is this big fuzzy block between me and being on vacation, like thick gray fog.

it's not going to be terribly warm, though. it's not going to be above 65 the whole time i am there. and it might rain. that's okay, it just means that i bought all these clothes to take on my trip and they are not quite the appropriate gear. it's okay, i just packed more warm stuff. and i will take my leather jacket. mikey is letting me take his delightful gel-handle backpack with me. that makes me happy. i also have six books to read. i should have had eight but i already read two of the immortals books i bought for the trip. i am bad about things like that. i can't not read books when they are sitting in front of me.

very sad, mikey will be not at home three days of the week when i get home from work. i am very sad. very sad. i miss mikey too much.

who will carry my coffee beans to the roasting facility?

no, seriously, i don't know how i am going to survive a whole year of work all day and no mikey in the evening. i like to think i am self-sufficient but at the rate things are going, i am way too tired to do anything when i get home from work in the evenings. like, brain dead. if i were working either fewer hours or a less demanding job i might be able to handle it; i was okay to get stuff done on my own last year when i worked at woof/playgirl, despite the fact that the latter of those jobs sucked my booties. i dunno. i feel like i'm being slowly decimated.

that's all.

that's all.