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an esoteric soul
 
March 01, 2005  
[that outkast song]

i’ve been experiencing a strange phenomenon lately...the complete and utter evaporation of time. poof.

one moment, v and i are lying in bed, laughing about something. the next moment, we’re lying in bed, laughing about something else. the thing is...it’s likely that 3-4 hours have passed between those two moments. 8-10 hours on a weekend. no joke! it’s uncanny. and so not conducive to keeping a house tidy. (her) studying. blogging. reading. or even shopping. with the exception of a few brief online forays for valentine’s day gifts, i haven’t shopped since i met her. for me? that is very strange, indeed.

but do i really want to clean my house and do laundry all that much? am i distressed that i haven’t blogged in two weeks? am i really all that interested in reading right now? do i really need anything enough to shop for it?


well...no. there’s really nothing i’d rather be doing than spending time with her. getting to know one another better than any two people probably have any business knowing one another after five short weeks. but you know how “we” do...when thinking about longevity in lesbian relationships, i've heard that one should think in terms of “dog years”...which means that we’ve actually been seeing each other for almost 9 months. :)

but alas...it’s not all about me. she needs to study. and--while we both know it’s not my job to schedule her time, or to keep her on the path to what she’s trying to accomplish--i hate being a detriment to her academic goals, on any level. i suppose it’s all about balance...but we’re still trying to figure all that out.

meanwhile...there is just never, ever enough time.
3:10 PM

 
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