Beloved silence.

Well, technically NOT silence.  Pink Floyd is playing in the background and the fish tank needs to be cleaned/filled again, so it’s burbling quite loudly.

The kids are sleeping.  I need to be studying.

But there is one last load of laundry to finish.

And the cat box needs to be emptied.

And the floors desperately need to be vacuumed.

Just soaking up the silence.

I’m rather irritable today.  For what reason?  Beats me.  Seems I’ve been irritable for a few weeks now, though things are pleasant and smooth.  Perhaps this is just part of the equation.  Part of being one with my emotions.

Luckily, none of the irritation has been directed at my man.  That in itself is one of the greatest blessings in the universe.

Oh, and Fuckin Kitteh hasn’t been irritating, either.

Hooray!

I’m so close to the end of the semester that I can taste it.  This was a smooth and easy semester.  Thank goddess.  I don’t know if I could have swallowed another fist fight with chemistry.  Why on earth, then, you might ask, am I praying to get my Analytical Chemistry classes all lined up for next semester?  Well, because, I need to freakin graduate soon.

It’s not really even a need that has any rational backing aside from the fact that I need some sort of fruition for my labors.  And even though I still have easily TEN years left of school, I will be at least that much closer.

And who knows what sorts of doors will open when I’ve got my simple little BA?  It’ll be an accomplishment at the very least.

And a great excuse to throw a party.

And I love me some parties.

With people.

Life is funny.  A few weeks ago, we were at our beloved neighbors’ house and they were talking about throwing a party, and they said that we should invite our friends and they would invite theirs, and we’d all intermix and whatnot.  My first thought was, “Well fuck, too bad I don’t have many friends.” I literally believed that I would have no one to invite.

One by one, my friends started moving back.

And now I have a list of about, oh, three or more girlfriends I could invite.

See?  It’s just the ebb and flow of experience. Ebb and flow, baby.  Ebb and flow.

Anyway, in spite of the girlfriends that I need to catch up with, I need a little alone time after this week.  Or at least alone time with my guy.  Alone in the sense that I need to have some quiet.  Which is what I’m having right now.  Thank goddess for Mondays.

I know.

It’s Sunday.  Don’t fault me for being in a hurry.