Time perception

It's amazing how long a week can seem sometimes. I remember when I was little, the week before christmas was the longest week of the year... not to mention the last week before school finished.
Right now the love of my life is a long way away from me and I won't see him for a few more days yet. It's tearing me up inside. Isn't that silly? I mean, I know he's there, I know he's coming here, I know I know I know but still I want to hide under the bed and die quietly, or else break something really noisy, just to show the world my displeasure. I am restless like a caged animal, or else the apathy is threatening to take over. I wonder if this is what it's like to be depressed?
My comfort is Skype, as hearing his voice soothes the pain marginally, and of course Cat, the perennial demon fluff ball of my life. He's really good at cuddles, too.

Oh well... I just wanted it off my chest. Roll on Wednesday!

I was brave, and I am favoured

There still are things to be detangled, but from now on I have someone beside me to make things so much easier. A surprise visit from my very own Zigworth resulted in the even more surprising realisation that lightning can strike twice. I am blessed and overjoyed that I have managed to find someone that truly gets me, understands me better than should be possible after such a short time and shares the same weird sense of humour. This time I truly intend it to last forever, and with a little luck, it will.