Now What You See

I'm taking the night off the radio to sit in the middle of my living room floor with two blankets beneath me and a large, wool cape keeping the rest of me warm. I've chosen music.
Earlier, I was laying with two pillows beneath my head, that kept sliding out from under me onto the empty hardwood floor. I gave up and sat, staring at a computer screen that didn't change.

I left the house around eleven this morning to get breakfast at work - only to be scolded for being grumpy the previous Sunday. I apologized, though in my head I wanted to say, Fuck You. a million times over. I ate and exited quickly, walking in the snow to buy cinnamon buns and firewood. I was home within an hour.

I'm out of the bath and a pot of water is simmering on the stove, letting off some moisture in an otherwise bone-dry household. I added some 'aromatherapy' in the hope of it actually working.
I've been feeling fairly manic lately, school is busy and I've been hired on at a new job - which is really exciting, and maybe I can leave this other one behind...but still, my brain is an odd one.

I made a note to someone the other day, saying that experiencing a different kind of loneliness than I ever have before is making me more aware of who I am.
This is getting to me (it could easily be said that just getting laid would be the answer), and I find myself seeking out attention from the guys I normally tell other girls to stay away from.
I like it... (insert a flirty wink here)

But here I am at home, with a coffee and a glass of water, alone with paper surrounding me.
I would give anything to be somewhere else.