Antsy Pants

After a looooooooooooong week and a half of visitors, I'm finally alone. I took a bubble bath last night. I read a little, sewed a little and slept a lot. I sprawled in my bed and took up the entire fucking thing. It was O-mazing. And today, I'm antsy. Well, I was antsy yesterday, but today's the second verse, same as the first. It's absolutely inexplicable. It's the feeling that something big is on it's way. Not necessarily with nature, since it's a bea-U-tiful day outside and there are so many pretty people out on the Market today. I don't even think it's something I need to do or have left undone. I've settled up my jobs, I'm financially unstable for the next three weeks and I'm praying that tuna fish prices don't rise. What more could I ask for? It's something bigger than me. I don't know what it is, but it gives me butterflies in the stomach and I'm equally eager and anxious to know what it is. (pet peeve of mine from grammar school...know the difference between "eager" and "anxious" and use them appropriately)

In other news, my visitations went well. BJ wasn't nearly as awkward as I thought he'd be...although he did have the personality of a wet mop. This was, naturally, only true when we were alone. When we were around BD and Catisha, he was witty and funny and amusing...then, he'd clam up again. Unless we were in bed...then...well, there's, thankfully, no need to be a sparkling conversationalist there...hoo boy. God bless 'im. God must bless 'im...I called out His name enough, so He owes me one.

And, of course, it was wonderful to see Deebs and BD for a week. We hit up all the spots in and out of Boystown that were necessary for a pleasant visit...and I got to spoon a lot with my best boy, which was fantastic. :) He makes me happy.


I can't really put together a coherent post at the moment, because I'm still fretting about the looming Nothing. So, I'll close and come back at a later date when I'm either done making worry lines or when I have something more exciting to post.