Adventures in Sad Panda Land

Text to Swetus this morning [away on a business trip, coming back tonight]:

"I had a dream that Gene Wilder made me eat salad. There were omlettes and executions and a big soccer field."

Text from Swetus:

"I'm glad I have such a strange girlfriend."

I don't have no grand plan
for you and me
just nothing is impossible
nothing is unlikely
I'm just riding the tide
nothing more
and it's bound to take me out some
before it brings me back to shore

when you look in the mirror
do you see visions of your past
I ain't got time for halfway
I ain't got time for halfassed
when I look in the mirror
I see my days to come
and my face is just a trace
of where I'm coming from
--Ani

I was upset the other night because I've been so lost in love that I've neglected other aspects of my life, specifically theatre, and I was running the potential of letting everyone down. I don't like it and I've never be the kind of girl to put anyone in a place in my life where they were more important than what I do. It's frustrating and lovely at the same time, and I escaped with a close call and everything will be fine. I'm just not used to caring less about theatre than, well, anything. It was always first. But I guess it ebbs and flows. Mine was just a slow one.

All I can think is that I enjoy my space. And I enjoy having him in it.

Oh, and I have to work both days this weekend. That makes me a sad panda.