No reasons

I have no reasons for anything these days.

I don't know why it has been eight days since I last posted. I can hardly remember what happened between then and now.

Time with the man. Of course. And so it is that I can't quite fit myself into this new pattern, the reality of being with someone again. I still compose my messages with care, unwilling to express too much, too eager, old habits dying slowly and painfully in the back of my mind.

I don't feel much like writing to be honest. With little changing day-to-day there seems to be no point - I read and I read and I read some more. I panic about the little things, calm myself down, cash in a man-hug and panic some more. I miss my double bed, the singles doing strange things to this relationship, things I didn't realize they would do.

Not sleeping over makes this feel like high school all over again. Having to book everything in advance.

Really, there is nothing more to say. I must return to the library and get cosy with the photocopiers...