Saturday Afternoon

I have been able to sleep in recently, which ironically, was something I just told Amy that I couldn't do anymore.  I was thinking about the reason why I was able to sleep in twice this weekend this morning after I woke up at 11:30, only because my lovely father who is trying to stand up for my mother's ideals woke us up at that time about an hour after he had awaken.  


It is sort of disconcerting to wake up late, considering I know I have tons of things to do, but this is what I do after I wake up: surf Facebook and write a blog entry.  I haven't even showered yet.  I think I am stressed.  Why else would my body find so much solace in sleeping?  But if I am stressed, I'm not sure where the stress is coming from.  I don't feel stressed.  Do I?  I'm not sure.  


With the risk of making me sound like a clingy girlfriend, perhaps my "stress" is related to not seeing my boyfriend for four days this week (which is abnormal, sorry).  I don't know what it is, but when I'm with him, I feel complete, and when I'm not, I feel like I'm missing something.  So its an endless cycle of waiting until the next time I see him to feel whole again.  I'm not sure how much of that is a good thing and a bad thing, though most people I talk to argue for its dangerousness.  I don't know.  Most people I know don't understand what its like to be in a "steady" relationship, for lack of a better term, and all of the things that go along with it.  I've tried to explain it to people, but they don't get it, so I've stopped trying.  


So, perhaps I am stressed, but right now I feel like I'm in a hazy sort of daze, sitting in my dimmed room with the blinds still closed but letting in cracks of sunlight, and my computer screen, the brightest light in the room, illuminating my oily hair and face, while I listen gladly to the sound of the keyboard as I type and the appearance of the words in my mind onto the computer screen.  Sometimes I think I update this blog simply because I like to hear myself type.