Rising Up Through The Afternoon

Last night, toob called me after I was asleep for like, an hour. I barely remember it really. I kind of remember standing with one foot in my laundry basket, naked, and kind of making a zombified protest when he told me to go back to bed. If I were in my right mind I would have actually stayed up with him.

By the way, toob is my boyfriend and I love him a whole lot and I wish I could be sewn to his hip. Now people know.

I've been a wee bit depressed for the past few days, and I think it might be the post-holiday funk or something. I also really don't like feeling helpless; there's not a lot I can do for people who hurt and aren't here right now, and that just bugs me. I'll have to look into ways of being creatively helpful. :)

Gonna try to do stuff before work this morning.