A Day Off
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When I usually put in 16 hour work days, today has this touch of surreality that I can't shake. I'm not even sure I still know what the words day and off mean together in the same sentence. Last night, other than running a rehearsal for the production, I hung out with a girl of singular beauty. It came at the end of a very harrowing day, with disease, hatred, exhaustion, and emotional impasse being on the menu du jour. She ended up crashing and we talked about the freedom/restraint that comes from work/school, exclusive emotional connections, the complexity of sex and love, and how I'm not single.
I slept in until almost noon. I almost want to crawl back into bed. Maybe I could go grocery shopping or something. Really, I'd like to curl up and read with Dominique in the sun, but my busy schedule often precludes me seeing the girl that haunts my thoughts with such frequency. Either through unavailability or lack of planning.
Written On: Home Computer
Currently Listening: Lauryn Hill - When It Hurts So Bad (song d/l)
Comments
your day off came on my WORK DAY OF HELL.
i had a few hour break in the afternoon, but otherwise i was working from nine in the morning, to eleven at night.
-d
Posted by: dominique | June 24, 2006 1:11 AM