The "We" Thing...

It's such a complete paradigm shift, really. "Going out this weekend? I don't know, let me check our plans." "We had a lot of fun yesterday." "Would you like to get together with us?" It's been so long since I was concerned about an us. A very long time since someone else's plans, feelings, wants, and needs were suddenly melded to my own. It's not unpleasant. It is... different. Can anything more be said? I'm so not single anymore...

The Definition of the Perfect Weekend

Being told Friday afternoon that, no, you don't have malaria, and no, you don't have to get blood taken to test for it. Hallelujah!

Spending two hours talking poetry and theory with three other people from class.

Not feeling like you bombed either your midterm or your quiz retake Saturday morning.

Being told by your professor that she thinks you belong in the graduate program. Reaffirmation!

After drinking too much alcohol and too much caffeine, having something much more pleasant to think about than just, "I wish I could sleep."

Extending Sunday night far, far, FAR past the time you should be in bed, simply because you don’t really want to kick the company out.

Falling asleep smiling Sunday night, and waking up smiling Monday morning.

Such is bliss, my friends. Such is bliss...