Edgy

I have been a little edgy lately.

I have seen people I don't care to see. I have been rejected rejected rejected for jobs, internships, etc. And I have been working non-stop with a hellacious sinus headache that just won't quit. (I know, I know. Like Jason never fails to remind me, whining will NOT make anything better.)

So...

Last night, I happened upon my apartment, empty. Free of roommates, free of friends, free of animals we are harboring temporarily.

This NEVER happens. (Which is fine by me. I'm just not into spending time alone a lot.)

I quickly gathered a few things, lit some candles, and drew a bubble bath (I had to use shower gel as bubbles, but the improvisation worked). I sang showtunes with my iPod at the top of my lungs, read a new vampire novel (Nice Girls Don't Have Fangs. Read it.) and giggled, and just focused on the more-serene-than-you-can-posssibly-imagine feeling of being enveloped in warm water. (I also played with the bubbles. Old habits die hard.) I closed my eyes and listened to notes wafting somewhere outside of my head; my mind cleared. The edginess dissipated.

I laid there for a good hour and a half; reading, singing, dozing, all wrapped up in my own bubbly semi-conscious world. And it was really, really lovely.