my thoughts are mellow and middle-of-the-nighty
it's 3am
my connections are gone -- my internet, my lover, my edit button
you will not read this until the morning, or until
connection is restored
and by then I may regain my edit button
and who will be the wiser?

I don't do bachelorhood like a bachelor
I don't eat out of cans or put my feet on the furniture
or fart really loudly
or surf the web for porn

Instead, I bake bread and wash dishes
and listen to Nanci Griffith
and watch The L-Word (*)
and work
and do laundry
and stay up late
being a husbandless wife
and I see the lingerie with a new eye
and I touch myself halfheartedly
because I've forgotten how to be when I'm alone

Surprisingly, I like it
I didn't think I would




(* So far, I've watched the first two episodes of season 3, and I am irritated. I may end up saying why in comments, so don't read them if you are spoiler-averse.)

Had a lovely bachelor evening. Caught up on Usenet, listened to music without my headphones, watched an episode of the West Wing, cleaned my kitchen, talked myself out of dirtying it again with some idle cooking, and did far too little on my contract job. Oh, well, tomorrow's another day, and I find it easier to work when my kitchen is clean.

Oh, and my heart was doing that crazy thing a LOT today, but it quieted down this evening. Maybe it was the fried-balogna sandwich that fixed it. Did I mention I was a bachelor tonight? ;-)

sogwife and someotherguy are gonna go spend the night
at her new digs. It's been a while since I was all alone by my
lonesome had the house all to myself. I think I may order in vegan
lasagna and play country music all night long while I work on my project.
(Of course, if anyone wants to come hang out for dinner, I'm up for it.)

Ooh, maybe I'll watch "Bull Durham" three times in a row. Or The West Wing.

Serene the Bachelor. :-)