I woke up this morning fine. I woke up early but I manage to snag another hour and a half of “sleep.” I have a few things I do when I get up as part of my routine. Afterwards, I sat out on the deck. By 9AM it was already 75 degrees which is normally nice but the humidity must make it feel like 85. Lovely. Nothing like the heat and sweat to bring out the raw emotions. I felt sad and I started to hurt a little. I’ve kept it at bay all morning. It’s gripping and grasping at me, as if it were clawing away trying to keep hold. I just ended up sitting out there for about 15 minutes then I continued with my morning. I’ve been watching True Blood for a few hours now. This show is awesome! I know my MSX loves the show. There’s definitely some humor in it, some pain, and a bunch of romance and of course VAMPIRES! I rather like the mix. I just wish I could be watching it with her. I can see the smile on her face as she watches it though and I see her in that show a bit through the characters/storyline. I won’t explain that but I’m sure she knows. Maybe that’s why she likes it, well part of the reason anyways.
I was reluctant to see Twilight but now I want to see it. I will eventually but the timing isn’t right yet. I don’t like being coy but I’m still uncomfortable with this whole blogging thing.
I’m probably going to pop some aspirin. I haven’t in a few days but this tightness in my chest is bugging me. Perhaps it’s a bad idea to eat eggs and toast with the cholesterol. I seriously think it is just stress related but I don’t know if I should watch what I eat. I shouldn’t think so, for all intents and purposes I’m perfectly healthy. I don’t know, I just want to explode. Maybe I’ll hold off on the pills, I can do this without it. They don’t seem to help anyways, it’s really all in my head.
I just want to talk with my Ms. Sexy X. I miss her so. I want to be there with her so bad, it’s unbelievable. This fucking wait is killing me. ARRRGH!
She’s so intelligent. Sometimes I think she underestimates herself because those (some) that meet her do too. To be brutally honest with myself, I’m actually impressed and jealous. Jealous isn’t the right word but I KNOW she’s smarter than I and sometimes I wonder what she thinks of me. I mean I know what she thinks of me. I don’t know. We can convey only so much through talking and we sure as hell have and continue to do so. :-) But there’s the other part that needs to complete us, we need to be in each other’s presence. Christ I’m rambling on here. Does any of that make sense? Fuck it all. I just have to wait.

