December 28, 2003 @ 8:40 p.m.
You know what? I can't think of ANY entry descriptions today. I just can't.

We walked slowly in the peacefully balmy night, because for once neither of us were in a hurry. There was no work to rush off to, no feeling that we ought to have been doing something worthier, something that would have us be less absorbed in our quiet pleasure, in each other.

We commented to each other on how quiet it was for St Kilda at that time on a Friday night. We passed the Palace, then the Palais, approaching Luna Park, and I felt that sense of deja vu I always feel at that point, the result of having a housemate obessed with The Secret Life of Us. I feel like a walk-on, say-nothing background girl, except too fat for television and in comfortable and unfashionable shoes.

It's the day after Christmas and the first time Stu and I have seen each other for nearly a week. He hasn't noticed the sparkly new ring on my right ring finger, so I opt for the subtle option.

"Did you see my new ring?"
"No. Was it a Christmas present?"
He holds my hand in his, inspecting the ring, as the Luna Mouth looms over us.
"Nope. Mum gave it to me as a congratulations for getting invited to do Honours. Of course, the pressure's really on now. I haven't been accepted yet. I might have to give the ring back if I don't get in."
"Rings for achievement and encouragement, eh?"
"Yup."
"Maybe I should give you a ring for the number of blowjobs you've given me."
"I think that's what engagement rings are for."
"Oh."
"Well, it was a nice thought anyway."

And then we went and dropped in on Claire at her work, no doubt making her want to vomit. We went and had dinner, then ran away from the restaurant as the band were about to start, because they looked scary.

And I've had time to think, and time to breathe. And I've spent a lot of time asleep, recovering in part from the last few crazy months of my life. And I've had three days off this week, a change from the hectic pace of my life that's seen me work weeks on end for the past few months. I'm relaxed and feel open to creativity like I haven't in ages. I'm enjoying it all and soaking it up while I can, before I have to go back to work for another three week stretch.

So of course, I think about sex when I'm awake and have violent nightmares when I'm not. Some things never change.

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