3 AM & Only the Dog Is Asleep

   The boyfriend and I are still awake.  He’s on the couch with his laptop and I’m on the recliner with mine.  Socializing isn’t a priority right now, so we mask the lack of conversation with a random movie he chose.  We stay up til odd hours and complain about how tired we are the next day.  It’s a ridiculous cycle we put ourselves through and I have no idea why.  The dog’s the only smart one.  He’s fast asleep on the carpet after an hour’s worth of trying his hardest to get us to play with him, but we both said no and continued to direct our attention to these miniscreens in front of us. 

   Today was pretty mediocre.  Nothing special happened other than my hormones going bonkers.  I’ve got some major PMS going on right now and my boyfriend has had the brunt of it since Sunday, but I haven’t felt very sorry for him since his stress over graduation and his meddling mother was dumped on me all last week.  He’s leaving for San Diego in a couple of days (his graduation present from his parents) and it’s just as well.  I think we could both benefit from being away from each other for a week.  I’ll be going back home for that week and I’m hoping time with the family will serve as a refresher.  I need something to help make me feel alive again, because I’m just not feeling it right now…but then again it is 3 in the morning.