Still cranky, though the weather is nice on this Sunday afternoon. Singergirl spent the night last night and we slept in late this morning - god I love it when she stays over. She left for North Carolina a few hours after we woke up. A quick shower together, she put her clothes on, then as quickly as they went on they were thrown off again in passion. I swayed with her in the sunlight, kissed her neck and said, "Baby be good down south, we'll have a party when you return." She smiled, she loves it when I quote her lyrics.

Now, though my apartment is filled with sunlight, I'm in a bitter mood. I wanted to share this day with her and I suppose I'm being selfish. She'll be back for some art opening on Friday that we're going to and promises the weekend for us. I truly hope we can spend the weekend together. It seems like all I write about lately is her. My focus and intents are probably all too clear to you, the reader, though I am a stranger.

Dean