A handsome piece of deformity.

I’m surprisingly awake this morning, despite having stayed up too late. This was done reading the second volume of Rising Stars and, like a great game, a good story is equally hard to cease reading. My mind is happy for it, though a wee bit clouded by conspiracy theories… or is that lack of sleep? Regardless, I made a point of not bringing it to work with me, knowing that if I had done so I wouldn’t have gotten any marking accomplished for absorption in a grand story.

Instead, I’m spending my time updating my blog. Oh, the irony.

*shakes head*

My mind works in mysterious ways.

I choose to attribute my actions to fickleness, fatigue, and infatuation. Have I mentioned lately how extraordinarily in love I am? I mean, honestly. If my entry earlier this morning hasn’t driven that point home yet to anyone reading this, um, duh. There’s nothing I would rather do than explore alien vistas on strange planets, plateaus of purple grass and glass houses, with my beloved at my side and her hand in mine. What a grand time we’d have…

But I digress. And I do have work to do. :)

Not keen to run off to work. Would rather stay in bed and snuggle, enjoying the warmth and company of m’love.

As I mentioned to her last night, via telephone communication and spread apart several kilometers, I’m starting to forget, with greater frequency, that she even needs to leave at night. In fact, I was almost startled at the revelation yesterday, and rather bitterly disappointed at the discovery.

Argh.