SML and I went to Lagoon on Sunday with my sisters and their kids and ended up on the new roller coaster Wicked three times. There’s something about being blasted off at fifty-five miles per hour that really makes me giggle. My brother in law commented that Lagoon is built like someone was playing Roller Coaster Tycoon; and if you ever played that game, you’d know how true that is when you notice the random fountains and flower beds.

Towards the end of the day SML and I got into a small argument because I want to go to Hawaii. When I re-read that sentence I realized it sounds somewhat crazy, but we have an opportunity to go for a week in December and not pay a fortune for it. But since SML is applying for school and may have to do interviewing at that time, we can’t go. And when faced with that sort of realization I wanted more than anything to call SML a fart head.

My maturity is gradually growing, so when I’m forty I expect to be reasonably minded and very bald. I didn’t speak to SML for a good fifteen minutes because I couldn’t muster enough gumption to apologize for acting like someone who’s just lost every ounce of sanity. I can’t really describe what I was feeling because the only word that comes to mind is desperate. SML’s new schedule, and especially his upcoming school schedule, is leaving me feeling particularly starved for attention.

And I do realize how clingy I sound. And I expect to grow out of this feeling very soon, but it has been hard to go from a pluvial relationship to something nearly drought-like. I figure it’s really a matter of organizing time, I’m just not sure there’s a Mac App out there for that.

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