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ryanreactsA few weeks ago, Ben told me some great news: He's finally having surgery that he's already had to reschedule at least once. The recovery will require lots of rest, so he's staying at a hotel in Vegas (?) for a week as soon as he leaves the hospital. So the great news is that he's planning to be GONE from July 3rd until July 12th.
A few days ago, he mentioned that he might be leaving one day early --- and ever since then, I have been obsessively hoping-hoping-hoping that he would in fact do that, because if he did my more-than-a-week of having our room to myself would begin on My Sunday instead of My Monday . . .
As it turns out, he fucking did! Today is My Sunday, and he left around 9:00 AM, if not before??!!!!!!!!!!!?!?!?!?!?!?!
I'm typing this at 12:20 PM. So far, I have done three main tasks since Ben left:
1. Masturbate
2. Take a very nice shower
3. Complete a task that has been bugging me for the last few days: Get my closet as organized as it can be for now. This only took twenty or thirty minutes, and it felt so fucking satisfying, oh my holy what nowwwww
For some reason I woke up really early, so I did laundry really early. Pretty sure I finished it before Ben left?
I suppose I might go ahead and devote a little more time to organizing the top & middle drawers of my dresser (the bottom drawer is fully broken, but the chances of getting it fixed or replaced are pretty much less than zero unless the entire dresser crumbles to dust, and even then I wouldn't hold my breath for a replacement . . .), but other than that my only plans for the rest of the day involve getting stoned and watching
a) Doctor Who
b) something other than Doctor Who?
c) perhaps a movie?
I will also walk to the post office and back if my phone says any pakidges have been delivered. I currently have several boxes of snacks on their way to my PO Box. I also got about as many perishable foods as my tiny fridge can hold when Joey took me to Walmart yesterday, so I should be fully stocked to literally never leave the room except for work, if I want to. I don't think I will literally do that, but obviously I am planning to celebrate this very welcome alone time by going into hermit mode.
I'm so fucking happy. I was still kind of getting to used to the idea that I really was alone when I organized my closet, which gave me such a serotonin boost (or however the scientists would describe it) that I honestly have not felt this good since Frankie & I left CMR, which was a few weeks more than an entire year ago.
So, yeah, I feel really really good today.
That's nice.
A few days ago, he mentioned that he might be leaving one day early --- and ever since then, I have been obsessively hoping-hoping-hoping that he would in fact do that, because if he did my more-than-a-week of having our room to myself would begin on My Sunday instead of My Monday . . .
As it turns out, he fucking did! Today is My Sunday, and he left around 9:00 AM, if not before??!!!!!!!!!!!?!?!?!?!?!?!
I'm typing this at 12:20 PM. So far, I have done three main tasks since Ben left:
1. Masturbate
2. Take a very nice shower
3. Complete a task that has been bugging me for the last few days: Get my closet as organized as it can be for now. This only took twenty or thirty minutes, and it felt so fucking satisfying, oh my holy what nowwwww
For some reason I woke up really early, so I did laundry really early. Pretty sure I finished it before Ben left?
I suppose I might go ahead and devote a little more time to organizing the top & middle drawers of my dresser (the bottom drawer is fully broken, but the chances of getting it fixed or replaced are pretty much less than zero unless the entire dresser crumbles to dust, and even then I wouldn't hold my breath for a replacement . . .), but other than that my only plans for the rest of the day involve getting stoned and watching
a) Doctor Who
b) something other than Doctor Who?
c) perhaps a movie?
I will also walk to the post office and back if my phone says any pakidges have been delivered. I currently have several boxes of snacks on their way to my PO Box. I also got about as many perishable foods as my tiny fridge can hold when Joey took me to Walmart yesterday, so I should be fully stocked to literally never leave the room except for work, if I want to. I don't think I will literally do that, but obviously I am planning to celebrate this very welcome alone time by going into hermit mode.
I'm so fucking happy. I was still kind of getting to used to the idea that I really was alone when I organized my closet, which gave me such a serotonin boost (or however the scientists would describe it) that I honestly have not felt this good since Frankie & I left CMR, which was a few weeks more than an entire year ago.
So, yeah, I feel really really good today.
That's nice.
