Le sigh...

I'm an ass.

I spent a good portion of today in a foul mood, some of which got directed at you. Nevermind that you hadn't actually done a thing to deserve it, you still got some snippiness on your shoes, and I apologize for that. I could blame it on lack of sleep (which I am seriously suffering from), but the truth is that it's from lack of you. I'm a big fan of logic and reason...generally speaking, I try to live my life by them. I've been called "Vulcan" on more than one occasion, and it's usually not meant as a compliment. And logically, I knew I wasn't going to talk to you much this week...we'd discussed it at lenght, and I was, again logically, fine with it. Not happy about it, of course, but you were going to be working, and veddy veddy busy, and so obviously I just plain wasn't going to have the pleasure of your company. I knew all of this, and had plenty of my own work to deal with today, and so therefore thought myself well prepared for a day without you.

Ha.

True, there were emails from you, but they were terribly brief and to the point (again, not a complaint, I know how busy you are), and therefore did little to satisfy my hunger for contact with you. When I actually got some time with you (in real time, no less), it was like an enormous cloud lifted from over my head. Just like that. All you had to do was show up and be you. Nifty trick, that.

So, yes, I'm quite nervous about upcoming events...I think I'd have to be a complete loon not to be at least a little on edge. But I'm quite convinced that the uneasiness and awkwardness will last only a few minutes, assuming they last that long.

I miss you terribly.