I suppose I should update you before you go off and get all angsty on me for not being able to know what's going on in my life.Fear not dear reader. Though it may SEEM as though I am MIA, I actually am without an internet connection in my bedroom. I wish this wasn't true but it is...until my father installs a desk in my room that suits all purposes. Then...all bets are off.
I have tendonitis in my left ankle. I am also now in a cast. Dr. Atlas and I celebrated our year long anniversary of knowing each other by giving me the gift samples of Celebrex. They make me drowsy. Yay for that.
I am thinking more and more about Dave since I got home yesterday. This is not helped any by today's arrival of photos taken from our night in Saratoga that I got for free from Snapfish. I have also come to the realization that when I think of him, dream of him, daydream, you get the picture, the scenarios within are related to the bedroom and the experiences we shared beneath the covers. I think that thinking of our relationship in these terms will be extremely helpful in my getting over Dave fully...or at least it should allow me to one day use him solely as a human sex toy. Whichever comes first.
Unfortunately, I still have that inner hope that things will be different when I return to Albany four months from now or when Dave sues the school over the summer or whenever.
I think I miss that sense of denial that allowed me to be happier between February 2nd and April 26th. I wonder what would have happened if I hadn't asked Dave how he felt about me when all signs pointed to "It's only been 2 months."
Damn this. I wish I could go back and change things. But my luck (you felicity viewers) I'd get screwed over somehow.
