fracturedguy

so today was christmas. i spent it with the pug and amber, i just realized. a whole holiday, spent first-half with a dog, and second-half with the only other person from my team that bothered to show up for work today. and yet here i am, three hours after i clocked out, and i'm still not with my family.

i'm trying to finish up the drawing for kate, since tomorrow's two years and she'll be coming home. but i've got too much unfocused energy to sit and draw.

i watched the life & death of peter sellers and now want to listen to dimitri from paris.
i watched bend it like beckham and am talking with a british accent and want the soundtrack... i adore pop music in foreign langues.
i adore movies.

i adore my love, who leaves me breathless with only a thought. if i weren't obliged to be with my family quite soon, i would be spontaneous, romantic and surprising by driving up to find her.
i'll settle for her driving down to me tomorrow, i suppose.
i still haven't got a plan.
i think i want to keep it that way.