Boy do I ever feel better...

... apart from overall exhaustion. Today I had the longest shift ever (feeling-wise, not time-wise) , and as those four hours dragged on into the afternoon, my usual work-insanity took on a different form. I had been relieved. I was lethargic rather than spastic, bored as opposed to bouncing off the walls. I was feeling calm, cool, and so so powerful. I still do.

It was only later that last night's heavily interrupted sleep started to take its toll. As much as I enjoy having someone in my bed to cuddle up to me in the middle of the night, after a while the novelty wears off. As Mo said, this is now 'Old Hat': we went through our honeymoon phase and this is just a pleasant interlude on our respective ways to 'God knows what'. As such, the sweet romantic relationshippy bullshit (that I think I'm meant to ignore this time around, seeing as how this is neither romantic nor relationshippy in any way) starts to get mildly annoying when it wakes me up for the fourth time. I cannot complain, however, about the way I was woken up this morning when the time finally came to drag ourselves out of bed. As Numoy pointed out during a quick play-by-play before class: that is definitely bf behaviour. Sometimes even my psychic can be taken by surprise. Overall? My foray into this strange realm of non-dating went well, and I am looking forward to many more in the future... maybe with less of a rush this time.

I have skipped out on napping to chat to friends and eat, both worthy causes. I was going to nap now, but its almost six and I have to shower before going to a meeting followed by hitting BDP (the perennial favourite) and then off to a theme party. I haven't had time to dress up, what with negotiating my sex life and working ten hours out of the past twenty-four. Ah life is good.... but maybe I'm just saying that from the glorious cloudiness of the sex haze.