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Tell me why... - Nobody wears a white coat any more...
...a tribute to becoming a doctor.
ayradyss
ayradyss
Tell me why...
Tell me why the stars do shine,
Tell me why the ivy twines,
Tell me why the skies so blue,
And I will tell you just why I love you.

Because God made the stars to shine;
Because God made the ivy twine.
Because God made the skies so blue;
Because God made you, that's why I love you.


I leave tomorrow afternoon, one or two at the latest, to go down to Indy. This time, I don't get company. I get to drive down myself (why can we not find the godsdamned minidisc player? I just want one fucking thing to take with me...) and spend a couple of nights with the S's. Am not pleased.
I don't sleep well out of his arms, I don't dream well away from him. I want the comfort and the security and the love that being near him gives me. And the prospect of being alone is...well, getting me down quickly. I've been everything from surly to downright avoidant this evening, even to the lengths of not going to see him even though he's in the next room. All because I won't get to be with him. It's such ass-backward logic.
Monday: orientation to third year. Tuesday: Intersession. Dress is casual. Which means wear slacks.
I don't understand this; I'm bristling with the desire to be left alone and almost crying because he's not trying to cuddle me. I'd say I'm PMS'ing but I don't think I am, not yet. I don't start the little green period-herald pills until tomorrow, in any case.
And I can't think and I can't feel and I just want to know where the minidisc player is. I'm obsessing over it, and yet too apathetic to tear the house down. Augh.

now feeling:: stressed stressed

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lakos From: lakos Date: June 7th, 2003 10:11 pm (UTC) (etched in stone)
Beloved... I... I don't know what to say. I'm sitting right next to you.. I just want to hold you and yet... I just feel like you want to just sit there. I feel so alone.... Not quite like you've already left, but close. And... I just want to cuddle or do something with you. Heck even trying to find the darn minidisc player would be something. Even if we're on opposite ends of the house while we're doing it. But I don't know where else to look for the blasted thing. (How is it that we can lose something like that yet find every accessory for it we have? We must have gremlins or something.) Or even just going to bed and curl up together. Still, I'm not overly tired yet....

I love you. Always.

Your Angel
From: dr_bobbie Date: June 7th, 2003 10:41 pm (UTC) (etched in stone)
::hugs:: You know, in a little over a month, I'll be in the same exact place as you are right now, and I'll probably be doing the same exact things.

One day at a time. Now, give up and go to him. I'd give anything to have my husband here to cuddle with--take advantage of his nearness while you have it. ;)
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