I don't think I can possibly put into words the sensation one feels when you finally get whapped along side the had by the clue by four by cosmic proportions.
Tonight I had a long hard talk to Michele, when we finally spoke of many things -- cabbages and kings were not really mentioned, at least not directly. Many important things were said that basically led to the aforementioned epiphany.
I finally realized just how pissed off I was.
Not specifically at anything... just out and out angry.
I think the best way to describe why this is such a shock is that I thought I was fine. Really. I'm not sure how long this is going to take to process, which is almost moot... I more than likely will no longer be living here by April 1st. How appropriate is that?
So, what I desperately want is to go off and think about this for a few weeks, especially since it feels like something really big let go off me whilst my brain cells fused.
Damn, I could so use a tub. Hopefully M and I will manage to get to Kiva as planned.
I said it was a GOOD talk.