thelibra

I seem to have a lot to say, but I'm having trouble getting it out. It's as if there's a loose...or cut...connection between my brain and my fingers. As a result, these thoughts, fears and opinions manifest in my dreams at night. If we diagnosed crazy based solely on dreams, then cart me off to the booby hatch right now.

ZPO and I had an excellent conversation on Saturday that put many of those aforementioned fears to rest. Not all of them, but most. He's really gone above and beyond to make me see that he's trustworthy and that he loves me, so I have no reason to doubt him. I've made up my mind that history will not repeat itself with this relationship.

It's funny, when friends ask me for relationship advice, I stress communication, compromise and compassion. The latter two I'm very capable of, but I can't really seem to communicate as well as I'd like to with my partner, obvious barriers [6300 miles and a severe lack of access to each other] aside.

Anyway, it's back to school for me tonight. Last week was spring break and I can't say that I did anything remotely interesting. I did have an excellent weekend, though. It all began at elmcitydrunk's shaque d'alcool on Friday night, and continued on into Manhattan for dinner with Jake on Saturday evening [mmm...burritos...]. The rest of the weekend entailed packaging...well...a package...to send off to ZPO for Easter. Sunday I let my Dad kick my ass at the gym. I'm still sore.

I get to brave the post office on my lunch hour. Oh, joy.