Seclusion And Cake

At the start of every November since middle school I have gone to bed as early as seven, it's just the way I am. I am not sure if it has to do with Daylight Savings Time or what, all I know is when it gets dark, I get tired, and will most likely be in bed the first chance I get. I like it this way, I need a lot of sleep and frankly, there isn't much else for me to do.

I worked yesterday until ten in the morning, my shift went fine and I was happy to come back to the solitude my apartment affords me. The only problem with solitude? It can get boring fast. I finished the last Harry Potter (shed a few tears in the process) and watched a not so interesting show called "Mad Men," about advertising in the 50's. At twilight I finally ventured from the four walls of my apartment and set out on a walk hoping to burn off some energy and frustration. Unfortunately the walk only made me sad about Skipper's absence, and for the first time brought me to her balcony, which is now occupied by some bitch's laundry (she obviously has no appreciation for the magic it holds). By seven-fifteen lights were out and I was snuggled deep into my feather comforter, Moritz pulled tightly to my chest. How people stay up and go out clubbing at eleven is beyond me.

The good thing about going to sleep early? You get to wake up early! By six o'clock I was seated in my desk chair, finally getting to some emails I had been wanting to send, and by seven I was enjoying a fresh chocolate croissant and coffee I had picked up from work. It might be nice to sleep until nine or ten, but I had already slept eleven hours, and figured that was more then enough.

The only thing on today's agenda was a walk with Frau, which wasn't scheduled until two. What happened between the hours of seven and two I am not too sure. There was a nap, a much needed phone call, a shower, and some pasta, but other then that, my apartment seems to act as some sort of time suck.

My walk with Frau was exactly what I seem to have needed. You can never under estimate a bit of human interaction, something I have very little of outside of work. Frau is going through a break-up at the moment, but was luckily in good spirits (the guy was a royal douche). We walked the back side of the lake this time, something Frau had never done before, and it was beautiful. I love Fall over here, the leaves turn gold and crimson and I get to wear my favorite emerald green coat. It was foggy and gray, but the colors that surrounded us in the small forest where we walked brighten everything around us. We talked about the concept of love and if it is meant for us, about how hard and pointless it is to try and befriend the ever illusive Swiss, and discussed our plans for a Winnebago road trip to The Grand Canyon in the Summer of 2009. After we made our way back to the train station and over the bridge we went and got cake and coffee and discussed the book, Pimp, by Iceberg Slim )Frau having just bought a copy in German at my referral). We then walked home with talk of Volcom and suede handbags and then said out goodbyes.

Overall this weekend has been good yet seclusive. I still have little idea what to do with my time, or better said, myself. Although things have gotten more colorful and sharp since I stopped smoking, time has also slowed and I am at a loss with how to fill it, musicals are the bane of my existence and are therefore not an option, although the suggestion was deeply appreciated.