Today, even though it's reasonably warm outside, I am making chicken soup. Mind you, I am definitely not my inner Martha Stewart when it comes to the kitchen, (usually it doesn't involve the microwave or dialing the phone, I'm at a loss), so this may be a failed experiment but it smells really good. Otherwise I am working on poems and making bracelets, watching movies, and sleeping alot.. However, the later I sleep, the more disturbing my dreams it seems. The problem as such is that I daily convince myself that I truly am completely over the whole R thing, that I've moved on sufficiently, that I don't care and I'm going to stop being so goddamned obsessive about it. But it's all working itself out as I sleep..so in addition to the general anxiety dreams about the rest of my life, he keeps unnervingly showing up in them..It doesn't bode well...
