End of a long weekend

I'm in mourning for the end of the long weekend. For three days I did nothing but hang out with Gordon and Catherine. It wasn't exciting by anyone's standards, but it was nice. It was nice not having to answer my phone. It was nice just wearing what I wanted to wear. It was nice just being together and not having to worry about anyone or anything else. Maybe we just had a good weekend together. Usually it is awful and I'm on the point of murdering my husband, but I did some tongue biting and despite the blood I'm feeling great. I just killed this big ass mosquito. I mean it was huge and full of someone's blood. It got stuck in my wedding band. Disgusting creatures. I hope it was my own blood and not my nasty neighbor guy who lives next door. He's a rude old bugger and he doesn't have much to say to anyone outside of a few head raises and the occasional grunts. His apartment smells like cigarettes and booze. Once he almost caught the place on fire and Gordon had to burst down the door. It was pretty funny and Gordon loved being the hero. He didn't shut up about it for a week.
I have a ton of things I should be doing right now. I should be in bed. I should be working on a book for work, but I then feel like I should be doing my own writing. That's the thing with making my living piecing together words. I write all day long and use words to put together thoughts, but when I try to do it for myself, I feel as if I fall short. Maybe it's like a prostitute having to put out all day long and then having to come home to her husband. She so badly wants to make love to the man she loves, but she's used up all of her "love" on other men. Sex and words are very different, but I'm trying to make an analogy here, not get into a debate. Who am I debating anyhow? I haven't exactly told anyone about this blog. It's for me. It's that little piece of myself that I'm throwing to the wolves. Maybe I'm waiting for someone to hurt my feelings, but honestly I'm not. I'm just writing because I love the feeling of pounding on the keyboard and watching the thoughts that are swirling around come out on paper. Tomorrow I'm going to get up and do some mental purging here. Off I go to give myself a little dermabrasion wash and to sleep for at least six hours.