Up on the morning and on the ride
Sitting on the floor, his head on my shoulder, my arm around him.
K: Damn, it’s getting late. I’d better get home.
D looks over, then leans in for a kiss. After a pause:
D: Surely you can spare fifteen minutes to make out?
Well, when you put it that way…
And then it was off to Memphis for a wonderful weekend with Adam and Marriah. I’ll put up photos on flickr at some point, but there are already a few on facebook if anyone is interested. The drive back went smoothly, seven hours at a straight shot. But man, driving long distances is becoming quite the difficult task for me. The actual driving itself is fairly painless, but in the aftermath of the trip I feel wrecked, as though I’d spent hours at the gym attempting to train for an Iron Man competition. Of course, Enji does this kind of thing on a regular basis, so maybe I’m just a big ol’ wuss.
The post-trip depression is beginning to set in as well. I’m hoping it’s the exhaustion, that a good night’s sleep will make things right with the world, but this does tend to happen when I get away from my everyday life for a while. I was hoping a visit with D today would help stave this off, but he’s quite the busy guy, and you can’t begrudge a grad student his study time. With any luck this particular incarnation will be either avoided or short-lived. Frankly, I won’t put up with any other options this time around. I have wonderful friends, I made it home safely, and tomorrow is another day. Nothing to be depressed about. Sleep time.