the sweet suite of mysti skyeandsomeone once told me that sleep trumps sex... so where does romance fall?

This post comes to you good people from the head of my bed and beneath a craftily-created canopy of twinkle lights. It's wonderful and all thanks to a good length of ethernet cord and supplies via Dallas.

I would like to take this moment to consider the number of items which are currently making my room quite snazzy and are not actually mine. So here's a list:
-1 strand twinkle lights (blue-taped and draped from the lofted extra bed that L's with mine)
-2 clip lamps (one w/standard white bulb for illumination purposes and one with a "stained-glass" bulb for warmth and color)
-1 purple flat sheet and 8 small throw pillows to make the lower extra bed into a welcoming place to sit and relax (though the idea has recently been presented to me that since the bed is set pretty low, the amount of exposed bed-post would be good for tying someone down as well)
-and 1 toaster oven (which I might never use, but hey, I have it)

Yes yes. All this snazzy hominess and hardly anyone to show it off to. I'm looking into having some sort of fun-filled gathering in here this weekend, but who knows how it will turn out.

It's kind of interesting when some people come in, the ones who worry they are imposing on me by stepping in for more than a minute, the ones who perhaps think that I do not want them there. In all honesty, I absolutely love it when people drop by, even if they have nothing interesting to say or anything. Sometimes I just like to be. To exist in a room with someone, knowing the the company is welcome on both sides without a strong need for entertaining activities or conversation. And of course the wonderful thing here is that I can, at any moment, ask anyone and everyone to leave if I so desire. Did I mention I LOVE this whole having a room (not to mention a suite) all to myself?


Ugh! I'm sooooo tired. My sleep patterns are still fucked up. Last night a very.... interesting conversation with Adam kept me up later than I expected, and then despite the fact that I had been tired all afternoon and hadn't even napped that day, I once again found myself awakening time and again during the night and once again ended up getting up before my alarm was to go off.

So here I sit on my bed, dead tired and in my sleep-wear. I could go to sleep right now... and maybe I should, but I'm sort of hoping Adam will call, and thus... This is not the sort of hope that is born out of anything substantial, such as a promise that he would call tonight or something like that; it is, instead, the lovechild of romantic mental inclinations and a kind of loneliness that only strong embraces from the right person can cure.

Perhaps as some sort of compromise I could fall asleep with the phone near my head so that it would wake me if he did call.

I just really like to hear his voice before I call it a night, you know?

...

Oh Lord in Heaven, someone just hit me over the head with something reasonably sized and weighty, eh?

And on that note...