Well Theres a Mouse in my Kitchen.

I could only hope that he got into the cleaning supplies.

Anyway. I am back in the Loop, getting ready for class again. However I am mostly by myself partly because my Loving Roomies have not returned and my one friend that is here spends time with here loving hubby and of course I respect that.

So in my time of isolation, I am reminded (as I am often in my sporadic periods of anti-socialism) that I dont mind being by myself. Its quite relaxing when I think about. No forced conversation, because frankly I am SICK of talking after a month and of half of "catching up" with my numerous chatty friends, and answering the dreaded, "How is Chicago" question. I always want to answer, "Have I moved back yet? Well, then there is your answer my friend." But I refrain, because rudeness leads to no more love offerings.

I like that I have an unspoken agreement with on of my Loving Roomies, that when we are together we don't HAVE to talk. Our faces say it all. Its nice to have no pressure and still have a rather healthy relationship. My other more talkative Loving Roomie chimes in at the absolute perfect times, so I don't mind HAVING to talk to her when we are together, I rather like it. Not to mention she has her quiet moments too, when she's on the phone.

Another reason I don't mind isolation is because I get a great deal of healthy thinking done. I sit on the couch and escape to the corners of my mind thinking of everything. How I am 15 dollars away from some sort of purple hair, how the hell I'm going to have dinner when there is an unwanted pet lurking in the shadows. Things of that nature, and I enjoy my 25 minutes of complete silence and staring off into space.

Then there are my blogs, its a different feeling when no one is around you as you archive you mental vomit. It's quite refreshing.

I actually cant wait until my loving roomes return, but right now, I am enjoying my solitude.

To those who suffer these,
Wish me sane, wish me somthing.