untangle me

Looking out of my window, I see dark clouds steadily forming in the horizon, threatening to bring another afternoon or even evening of heavy rains. From the time I put down the phone talking to one of my best friends to the time I realized the need to write again, the skies turned so dark it feels like night has fallen.

Then I sneezed and realized I have yet to be done with my weeklong expectorant therapy (whatever that means). I still have three chapters of that new Michael Crichton paperback Next. I still have dozens of Will & Grace episodes to watch. I still have tons of paperwork to accomplish. I still have to see my family. I still have to meet and have coffee with my friends whom I haven't seen in a while.

I still have to clean up my place, it's been almost 2 months since I moved in and the closest I've been to cleaning up is washing the dishes. My cleaning guy has been missing for months now, though I am not losing hope he'd come around and need extra income and volunteer to clean my place and wash my car. Incidentally, my car hasn't been washed in weeks, and I am beginning to find the scent of my interiors unappealling. I still have to bring Halle in for her repairs, since that minor accident I had on my way home from Tagaytay..Seems like years ago. How time flies.

Jen's arriving this Sunday, and it feels good to have her near for advice once more. It's been 3 months since she set out for the grand vacation. Of course, we kept in touch all these weeks, but I miss my friend whom I call Honey and cuddle with and hold hands with when we are at the mall.

I miss her level-headedness. Her ability to spank me figuratively, her kindness in dealing with me without being too patronizing or being too clinical. I am a child compared to her, though she never treated me like one.

It's complicated. It's not easy. I've heard it before, so what's different now?

Oh, the skies are beginning to clear, and the rain didn't come. Why oh why, eh I love it when it rains.