One More Day

I leave for my trip tomorrow. After class today, I just run errands, do laundry, clean my apartment, and pack. I always get a bit nervous about trips--especially if I am not the one in control. An 9 hour car ride is pretty long. But more than nervous, I am excited. For this particular trip, but also because I get to get out of this city for the first time since Christmas!

Next weekend, my graduate program is having a "booze cruise." That should also be fun. Of course, he will be going to it too. It is always weird being out in public with him. He has become more affectionate in public than he used to be, but he still acts different when we are around other people from our program (aside from my/his/our friends). Around strangers, he is fine. Although, to be fair, our graduate program hasn't had very many social events--so I am not basing that on very much evidence.

I am thinking about telling him how I feel tonight. Like I said, the night before a four day trip seems like a pretty good time to spill my guts. But I also know that he has a big class debate tomorrow that he needs to prepare for. Which mean he will be frantically reading and making outlines all evening. So it is a good time to talk in terms of MY schedule, but not his. I think if I don't do it tonight, I will chicken out. I guess I will play it by ear.

Last night, he slept at his own apartment and I slept at mine. He had to get up early this morning. It didn't bother me--until he was gone. Then I started thinking about the fact that now that his computer is back, he is much less concerned about sleeping here. I have been sleeping at his apartment, but not because he asks me to. It just happens that way. Would he care if I left every night? I don't know. I haven't given myself the chance to find out.

I guess it is a typical day. I am being hypersensitive, and I don't have all my work done for class. I guess it is time to shower and really start my day.