Once again I am writing from the inappropriate location of the classroom in which I am teaching. Ok, so I’m not strictly speaking “teaching” so much as facilitating. These poor kids. I wouldn’t want to do this sort of class on a Saturday. She wants the kids to sit here and workshop one another’s stories. The first two classes didn’t do so very well (they were awfully young) but this group of 6th-8th graders is really quiet and cooperative. I am quite impressed.

I just made a picture of Puppy my desktop picture. I’m being disgusting and schmoopy. I’m trying my best to stay busy in the next few days so that I can stop missing him as much as I have been.

Oh, I promised a silly post to Rhea and Fox. I should give it to them.
On Thursday I was feeling pretty shitty and wrote my previous whiney post. Fox read them and felt pity for me in my pathetic sadness. He invited me to join them for a trip to see Episode 3. Whereas I am far from being a Star Wars fan, I decided it was better than just sitting at Puppy’s and feeling sorry for myself. The drive was somewhat heinous. I tried calling a couple of people who lived near the theater to see if they would like to come with me… no one was interested. On the way I stopped for food… and promptly locked my keys in my car. Again. *sigh (for the record: I tried to get a key made the next day. I have to go find a real locksmith because the type of key I have is apparently unusual or something.) So I stood there and cried for a few minutes. Then I called Rhea and explained the situation. She offered up her AAA and a rescue trip. So AAA was dispatched and we thought we had plenty of time for her to make it up to present the card. Only the guy appeared within 10 minutes and the freeway was stopped. Jesus Christ on a pogo-stick. The guy had my car open in about 45 seconds and then we stood around and discussed the various ways in which days can suck. He was a very odd guy. After a few minutes he got two calls for people he could go help and he decided he didn’t feel like waiting anymore (I cooked up some totally bullshit excuse why the card wasn’t there already and I am quite certain he knew it was bullshit—he just didn’t care.) and he let me sign and he ran away. I called Rhea and told her to turn around and we both made it to the theater with plenty of time.

I have to confess that I really liked the movie. It had stupid dialogue and there were big plot holes and I’m sure that on another day I wouldn’t have been as impressed by it. There was this big overwhelming message (I don’t think it is a spoiler to say this) that if you try to fight your fate you can create an even worse circumstance. Let’s just say that the message felt quite timely for me. I walked out of the theater feeling much more calm and at peace with wondering if Puppy is going to change his mind about us moving out together. Either he will or he won’t and me being so scared isn’t going to change that. I wish I could say that I am still at peace, but I would be lying. All I can say is that today, four days after the movie, I am not as frantic as I was. I have four more days until I can see my lover. I’m just trying to keep busy.

It is amazing how I’m not just missing touch—I am missing his touch. I could very easily find wonderful people to snuggle me, but it just wouldn’t be the same. I want him.

I’m a little less freaked out about money than I was a few days ago. I think that is helping me to feel better as well. I will be tutoring my niece and nephew all summer and that will bring in some extra money. Yay extra money.