notageek

Apparently it just means using different activities for procrastinating.

Tonight, for example, I filed my taxes.

Written for the fourth Writing Fun Challenge at Hulver’s Site; tied for first place.

To get:

• eggs
• chicken (which should come first?)
• oatmeal
• butter
• kale
• carrots
• stamps
• batteries
• cereal
• diapers
• world enough, and time

When did the chasm between us grow so deep I couldn’t reach across the bed? I study the blanket crinkled between your shoulder and hip and I wish I were there. Anywhere. Together with you, instead of just existing in the same house.

I go jerk off in the machine room, so I won’t wake you shaking the bed. I click around for some standard naked chicks. But I think about you too, and the desire, that’s for you. The porn is so I won’t have to bug you, because I’m pretty sure what the answer would be.

Things I miss:

• tickling your thigh with my chin-stubble
• your knees on my shoulders
• your very pensive expression when you’re squeezing just so
• the way you throw your head back and arch your back
• your flushed, sweaty grinning face with your hair all disarrayed

Things that were cool when we had them, but I don’t miss all that much:

• perky tits
• erection on demand
• tight asses
• sexy underwear

I know I got old, and fat, bald, and I don’t do dishes enough. But I still love you.

And I know you’re tired, and you feel fat, and your tits are chewed so much you don’t want me within a meter of them. Your new job is harder than my old job. But you’re still so fucking hot.

I used to be able to give you something no one else could. Anyone can do laundry and wash dishes. And I will, I will, but I don’t get a thrill out of it. I suspect you would kick me out if I actually did get a thrill from it.

What I really, really miss:

• you, happy
• me, happy
• being able to make things better

I’ll be here, on the other side of the bed.

I’ve finally found OTC Zaditor opthalmic drops available in a local pharmacy. While this was approved a good four months ago, I learned during the Plan B fiasco what a lag time there can be between approval and marketing and distributors finally ramping up.

So this is exciting because it works for 12 hours instead of 4-6 and it has no decongestant in it, which means it won’t sting much and it won’t cause rebound itchies, plus it’s cheaper (~$13 for 30 days) than a lot of people’s prescription co-pays, and an order of magnitude cheaper than an office visit and a month’s worth of Patanol eyedrops. Good on ya, Novartis.

I’m pretty sure $Drugstore has some kind of policy against black nail polish, and since my ankle has been cleared by specialists to return to work with the rest of me, I’ll be hanging out with a wad of paper towels and a bottle of acetone on the balcony sometime this week.

It’s a really, really bad paint job, anyway. I’ve never actually worn nail polish of the non pink glittery peel-off variety, before this. I think it’s this: I’m graduating in about eighteen months, and if all goes well I’ll land straight in the creepy yet lucrative embrace of some sort of drugstore, where I’ll be exceptionally helpful to people all day before coming home to mock them in the Retail Pharmacy FAQ.

And I am in a bad mood. I’m an old married lady with a retirement plan and health insurance, and I want to have a baby and I wish all those noisy kids who live near campus would get off my lawn—but somehow graduating looms larger than all the other harbingers of adulthood. Since I spent most of high school and my undergrad years trying to be all adult, my crazy is coming out now.

And lordy, am I actually crazy. My friend from high school (she of the not-cancer) almost couldn’t stop laughing when I told her I’m beginning to doubt I’ll actually outgrow the attitude. Did you know? All I have to do is wear extra eyeliner and glare, and people actually do get out of my way. Now I know.

I’ll take my crazy over down any day, though. Which is good, because I don’t think I’m actually going to gain any brain cells out on that balcony. At least I get an employee discount on the polish.

I think, as far as destructive-type behaviours go, that getting my ears pierced again is pretty mild.

Still, ow.