Mercuryrising

Sometimes it's ok

 

I woke up this morning rather early for a girl like me. I normally, on average sleep intil noon. Sometimes earlier or sometimes later. I've always been a night owl. I can't help it. It's who I am and I'm ok with it, i manage :)  I just wish everyone else would. After living together for 4 years you would think my husband would know by now what a mistake it is to wake me before I have naturally awakened. It drives me crazy because when someone wakes me, I lose my dream. If I am rushed out of bed, it's worse. I can be a bear. I've told him dozens of times not to do it...does he listen? -He woke me up a little after 10 and though I tried to make myself lay there I couldn't make myself fall back to sleep. So, I got up, a little ticked off, showered and left 2 hours early. *why must he ruin my day?* I had plenty of time to kill before class. I spent some time in the cafe, drinking coffee and wishing I hadn't waited last minute to do my assignment. I hate having to do Negative Space Drawings. *sigh* There's this one guy who was in a graphic class I took I took last semester. He used to stare at me during class. At first I was a little flattered intil I learned what a creep he is. Anyway, he approached me today and asked if I had a pencil he could borrow. I told him no. (I had pencils in my bin) *evil grin* hahaha. Sometimes it's ok. I ran into Suzie. She barely talked to me. I'm running out of options here. It actually occured to me to go out of my way so that I might possibly run into Wacko Jess.

*sigh* I found a new hobbie, now.....I need some frick'n G/F's

Although some days I wake up and it's hard to find a ray of hope amoungst all the clouds I know deep in my heart that I am blessed and my cup certainly does runneth over. Remember the little things that make us happy and the bigger stuff we sweat doesnt seem to matter as much. At least that's been my experience.

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The atmosphere is not a perfume
it has no taste of the distillation,
it is odorless, It is for my mouth forever....
I am in love with it, I will go to the bank by the wood
and become undisguised and naked,
I am mad for it to be in contact with me.
The smoke of my own breath,
Echoes, ripples, buzz'd whispers,
love-root, silk-thread, crotch and vine,
My respiration and inspiration,
the beating of my heart,
the passing of blood and
air through my lungs,
The sniff of green leaves
and dry leaves, and of the shore
and dark- color'd sea-rocks,
and of hay in the barn, The sound of the belch'd words
of my voice loos'd to the eddies of the wind,
A few light kisses,
a few embraces, a reaching around of arms,
The play of shine and shade
on the trees as the supple boughs wag,
The delight alone or in the rush
of the streets, or along the fields
and hillsides,
The feeling of health,
the full-noon trill,
the song of myself
rising from bed and meeting the sun.
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