Tomorrow marks my last day of holidays. I don't particularly want to go back. I've had a fantastic time doing nothing over the last 11 days. I've naturally gone back to my uni body clock. It took all of two days. Sleep til midday, have breakfast, do something for the afternoon (in this case go to the city and do touristy things), come home, watch TV or DVDs til about 2am. Sleep.
I love to sleep. It would have to be one of my favourite past times. Maybe not the whole sleep thing, but being in bed, just lazing there and looking at the clock. So long as your sheets are fresh and its not too hot, I could do it all day. Just me and the cats. If I was dating it would be me and the boy. No sex involved. Just the feel of skin and cloth, comfortable smells, stubble. Closeness.
In the last 11 days I've lost 7 kilos. About 15 pounds for those playing overseas. I've been having diet smoothies at about 1 to 2 pm for breakfast, and maybe a coffee or something late in the afternoon. Usually sitting down by Darling Harbour, watching the seagulls, turtles and people. Just by myself, just sitting, just watching. At these times I savour my drink. Take small sips every now and again. Its cold by the time I finish, but more enjoyable. And after the train ride home I forget to eat dinner.
I got told I look fantastic today. Well, fantastic compared to what I used to be. I really needed the time off. Despite finding out that two guys I like and thought I was getting close to aren't in a position to date. Yess, there was another. No he's not available. I'm beginning to think that nice, single, smart and reasonably attractive guys are a myth. I have a better chance of being eaten by a shark than meeting someone who can love me. And I am NOT a beach person.
I was missing something. I think I have figured out what it is. I am feeling cramped and boxed in. I need to get out and DANCE. Not proper dancing. Just get out and moove to the music. I have a new favourite song. Alice Cooper's "Poison". Yes, almost 20 years after it was released. I get the irony. But every time I hear that song I dance. Just shut my eyes and move. Do whatever I want to. I can't help it. And when its over I put it back on. Its better than wearing out batteries.
Mardi Gras is this weekend. I'm supposed to be working but I asked to have it off before I left. This should definitely scratch that itch. But then there is a problem. Scratching the itch usually leads to the rash being spread. I am tempted to call SR, just for something to do, a bit of excitement. I figure if nice single guys are a fairy tale, then I might as well have myself an arsehole on speed dial for the occasional screaming orgasm. But I know he will not answer his phone. I want to find someone else, but don't want it to be someone that I don't know. I know its crazy. I'm female. I'm not allowed to make sense.