Yes, believe it or not, never does get easier with time. I'm considering curling into a ball and crying, but I'm not going to.
Dropped the man off at the airport at 5 am this morning. Now it's just me and the dog at the house, I think we'll throw a wild party. Right. Anyway, walking in, I saw this young girl, maybe 13 dressed in plaid pants and a faux fur leopard print coat. My muddled mind immediately came up with "They're making punk kids younger and younger these days." Then, "What on earth is she doing in a coat in the Gulf of Mexico in August?" Granted, the sun hadn't come up yet, but it was still in the high 70's. Maybe she was going to someplace colder. Or maybe she was actually in pajamas and a bathrobe and I just thought she was in street clothes. 5 in the morning does strange things to you.
I always get lost on the way to and from the airport. Not really lost, mind you, but sort of dreamily, trancelike lost. I know where I'm going, but nothing looks familiar. Sometimes, when I'm on one of the less-frequented roads around here, out where things are a little deserted, I feel like I'm back in Kodiak. Something about the solitude. Yes, I hated the solitude in Kodiak, but that was because it was constant. A little solitude goes a long way. But since I started my day that way, and even though I've napped since then, I still feel a little dreamy and lost.
I wandered around the mall for awhile today, trying to shake the solitude, but even in a crowded place it found me. But I do have 3 new books to show for it: "Smoke and Mirrors," by Neil Gaiman (my absolute favorite author EVAR), "Naked Lunch," by William S. Burriughs (figured it was about time to pick that one up and give it a thorough read), and "Atlas Shrugged," by Ayn Rand. No, I've never read "Atlas Shrugged." 'Bout time for that one, too. First, I have to decide if I want to finish GOF (Harry Potter freak that I am). I'm right in the middle, and even though I've read it a million times I hate to stop right in the middle. But I'm itching for the Gaiman, too. Hmmmmm, decisions, decisions...
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Well, damn. I can't edit that, or at least I can't figure out how. I DO know how to spell Burroughs, I just hit the I. It's right next to the o. On my keyboard, at least.
Want me to fix that?
My bet is that little punk was just trying to look cool.
Have you ever read Lenore by Roman Dirge? Lenore reminds me of you; or would if you were goth
Ah, malls. I always used to wind up there after DH would leave. These days he's taken to driving himself to the aiport though. Maybe he's caught on to my shopping therapy post drop-off.
(hugs)
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