Dawn's Digression.

Monday morning as I was blow drying my hair, I leaned forward to blow dry the bottom (to create the big hair effect). I noticed, out of the corner of my eye, a cloud of smoke. I turned my head a little and saw that the smoke was coming from the extension cord where there hair dryer was plugged in. I turned off the blow dryer, yelled for Michele, and pointed at the offending extension cord. She told me just to leave it alone, and stepped in to be the heroic girlfriend. It's funny how I am occasionally completely capable of handling a situation, but since Michele is there, I let her do it. We seem to have this problem with roaches. Which ever of us sees the roach first screams. The other comes, kills it, and flushes the (hopefully) lifeless body. But whoever finds it is just too traumatized to take care of it herself. Why is that? Anyway, as I was saying, she scootched me out of the way and started unplugging the stuff. I was watching her do that when all the sudden she jumped and kind of yelled. Scared the fuck out of me. Then she looked up at me and laughed. That bitch was "being funny". It was not funny. I could have beat the shit out of her right then and there and not felt a stitch bad about it. But I didn't. I just hated her for a bit.

The Melissa Ferrick concert was pretty cool. I went with my friend Melody, who it seems I never see. It seems a little inaccurate to say that since I've seen her 3 times in the last 60 days. Not that I'm counting. A~, we actually met at Cafe Brazil before the show, and we got there right around when the doors opened. And it has never been so apparent to me the amount of my lameness. I am at a place in life where I prefer a venue with chairs and 'No Smoking' signs. When I got home I could smell myself. *shiver* Grody. I had to take a shower before bed. As I was saying... the concert was good. We were standing, gosh, 10 feet?, from Melissa. Which is how it always is when you see her. But it is fun to be able to watch the artist that closely. I also bought her live CD, which I may now remove from my Wish List.

I am so in need of Dawntime. I need it BAD. Last night I didn't get home from work until after 6:30 because a big wig was here. Needless to say, I didn't bother going to the gym. I had intended to go straight home and have some Dawntime while Michele was at the gym, but I only ended up with about an hour to myself since I got home so late. I'm really torn because I am needing boocoodles of attention and affirmations, yet I need time alone. I need to listen to music really loudly. I need to clean. Or sit on the couch and stare at the wall. Lay on the bed and stare at the ceiling. Without having someone ask me what's wrong. I need to figure out how to get pictures the right size and resolution. These things take downtime. Downtime takes Dawntime. I'm pretty sure Michele has a meeting next week, so I'll be sure and take that night as a time out. I haven't watched a movie at home in a couple of weeks. We have the same ones we've had for a month. I want to sit on the couch, watch a movie, and drink some beer while laying my head in Michele's lap. It's really not too much to ask for. Yet I know it ain't gonna happen anytime soon. Or not soon enough. Maybe Saturday, but I'm just sure something will come up.