With Valentine’s Day just around the corner and all, I’ve been going a bit nuts. Bonkers really. Recently, with the onslaught of commercials on romance and all that crap, I feel the urge to chop off someone’s head.
Anyone’s will do…
I could blame it on PMS, but I don’t really believe it’s that. Besides, since I am lucky enough to experience 20-23 day cycles, when am I not experiencing PMS? How does a gal get so lucky?
These days, my nights are lonely. There’s no Tom (obviously). And now there is no L either. There’s NOBODY.
So, I draw myself a bubble bath, maybe add a few candles here and there, some gentle music, and my book. I read a bit, and hope that the hot water will relax me enough to allow for night of sleep.
This is a little foreign to me. I can’t remember a time in my life where I was able to spend some much time doing just this: pampering myself.
I still find my nights filled with much loneliness and sorrow, but this IS nice.