Today it begins. My first semester as a Junior. It only took me 10 years to get here….better late than never, eh?

I had a great conversation with Julie about David last night. Coffee is a good thing. Cigarettes are too. I just wish that could be my everyday - sitting on a metal bench, conversing over a sweaty drink with honest airs and a storm rumbling overhead.

I have come to a few realizations of late. I think its the almost loss I forced a few weeks ago. I love David, more than I can say. The first thing I want to do when he gets home is kiss him. And I want my last memory before I sleep to be his hand on my thigh. I make him laugh. He makes me laugh and we shower well together. I am complete now, with beagle, home and him. For some reason it works. It’s almost traditional without being too traditional, but even moving with the flow of traffic in this way seems to be all right. I don’t want to buck the system to prove I am some kind of noncomformist, but this almost traditional relationship makes me really fucking happy. So, David, if you were wondering about all the nice things I was saying about you yesterday - there you go.

So I am happy to be starting school again. My social life is going bye bye again, but at least I can be satisfied by the progression I have made over these past few years. (A side note, I am currently eating the stalest pretzels known to man - holy shit are they nasty). I am meeting Miss A for coffee before class - picking up right where we left off last semester.

I want to bring home some of the wood left by the storm. I need a truck for this. Help?

There was something under our house last night. It sounded like it was trapped by the trellis-work, but the bastard had to have snuck in there somewhere. So David, sleepy and irritated, stumbled out to find out what scratched and hissed. He couldn’t find it, gave up and came back to bed. But then it woke me up again and I made him go back out. I haven’t been home since he left, but I am kind of scared. I hated the boogey-man. I don’t like the unseen. Ugh. It’s probably just an animal, but then I don’t want it to get trapped and die (and funk up my house!). We will find out the state of things when I get home. Wish me luck!