Monday. 29 March 2010.

My back has decided to begin a rebellion. The KittyRachel is not pleased with this turn of events, and is ready to declare war with various anti-inflammatorys and much bedrest. So far the likely sparks of this disobedience are problems with the sciatica nerve, or really annoying symptom of PMS. Mom and I decided to wait it out, see if it goes away by Thursday, and schedule a chiropractor appointment for next weekend (not this weekend; we're heading down to see my grandparents for Easter, this weekend).

On the plus side, I stole cream cheese last night from the cafeteria buffet thing and bought a bag of bagels. Now I feast on the spoils of war.

Never before has battle been so delicious.

And what better way to rejoice after battle then by watching old Monty Python skits? There is no better way, that's the truth. That's the truth and I shall hear no argument. None!

I keep dreaming about Jack, and it's starting to disturb me. Nothing happens in them beyond hugging that I can remember, but even that is enough. The moment I wake up, I think of Charles. But - I have a feeling it might be because I'm fretting about how bitchy I've been to Jack of late. That and I'm thinking the fall semester might hold advances on his part. Nearly certain, actually. And, irrational though it may be, I'm afraid he'll try to force himself on me. Nothing like rape, but kissing is enough. I don't want that and I hate that I'm thinking it, but... I can't do any differently until my subconscious decides to remember the fact that I am Charles', and Charles is mine. That in itself is more than enough.

Maybe it's the fact that we've never actually physically met that makes it so difficult for me to accept, sometimes. Mind and heart have been given, but body is removed from the equation altogether, and will be until summer. Compared to my last relationship, which was quite the opposite, it's no small wonder. But I'm a patient kitty when need requires it, and in this case, it is very much required. So I wait, and hope Charles decides to stop ringing that damn bell soon because I cannot resist its sweet sound...