NaBloPoMo be damned! Actually I was doing just fine until CB and I developed the new habit of talking each other to sleep. See, because if the time difference, I got pretty used to talking to him as he fell asleep and it became sort of a nightly thing, when possible, for me to stay on skype with him until he started snoring or otherwise indicated no imminent threat of consciousness. The past few weeks I started asking him to wake me up (in other words, I set my MSN to play “Down With the Sickness” when he puts his status on Out to Lunch, I shut my bedroom door, crank up the volume and voila! Not as pleasant as a kiss on the cheek, but it gets me out of bed) around 4 a.m. my time so we could wake up around the same time. This only goes over well if I make sure I’m in bed before 11:00 p.m., otherwise he basically wakes me up long enough to start a conversation and then I fall asleep on him. I think it’s fairly obvious that absence is making the hearts get obsessively fixated on spending any time at all possible with each other via skype. Moving in December will be, I think, almost equal parts triumph, happiness, gooeyness (in a lovey dovey way, not a bodily fluid type way….geez you people are sick), and absolute relief. I can’t even begin to describe the feeling of utter “weight off my shoulderness” I get when I stop to think about what it will be like to have my lips make contact with CB’s cheek at night instead of the open air near my microphone (yes…air kisses….lame….you try abstaining from physical contact from your loved one for 3-4 months at a time while you’re supposed to be in the “we’re totally engrossed with each other and are physically unable to do it less than three times a day” stage of the relationship, see how fast you start smooching nothingness) when I say goodnight.

Anyway, this whole post was supposed to be based on a question I asked my dad at dinner tonight. I asked if he could read anything in my blog, anything at all, what would it be? To find out, stay tuned for tomorrow’s post. Same Lilac Time, Same Lilac Channel.

*I surprised myself by getting content out of what made me leave such a cop-out post last night. I really felt ashamed for that, so I’m sort of glad I could talk about what was behind it.

**Daddy, if you logged on to read about the topic you gave me, I’m sorry….but it’ll make for a good post tomorrow, I swear!