David just went back to DC to start the spring semester, and this sucks for two reasons. One is that David is in DC to start the spring semester. The other is that David is my excuse to postpone things that I know I should be doing. I've spent the past month being like, "I have some work to do, but I can do it tomorrow if you want to go ice skating and then find someplace with vegetarian duck." Or "I should clean the bathroom, but I cannot do that knowing that you have never seen Season Two of Sex and the City." Or "I was thinking of spending the weekend working on my dissertation, but then I thought that it would be fun to smash and devour our entire gingerbread house while splitting a bottle of wine and watching Weeds. I already found a hammer."
You know what I did tonight? I steamed vegetables and spent two hours working on journal articles at Fordham, and now I'm going to do sit-ups. I don't care if long distance is a kind of subconscious survival strategy on my part, it is pretty fucking boring.