gloomy sunday

i'm home. listening to billie holiday. knitting a bit here and there. picking up the paper every now and again. stealing bites of chocolate when i feel so moved... i can't quite pick myself up. i should be doing homework. i know. there is plenty of reading on my syllabus and papers due at the end of the week. but nothing is rousing me from my self-pity. i really just want to see mil. he has a way of making the mundane seem special. sitting around finishing up a paper or reading an article doesn't seem quite as dull when he's around. he'll distract me with kisses or cuddles as the mood strikes, or he'll just put some classical music on and read along with me. unfortunately, these days there isn't much time for those random moments of affection -- the mcat class, the study group, and other pre-med occupations pull him from me most of the weekend. so, i spend a lot of time with the bird. it's just not quite the same...