When you fall in the fall

Today I collapsed when I got home. I was so tired I just fell asleep at 6:45pm and woke up at 8:00pm (care of an alarm). It was one of those times when you wake up and can't figure out what time of day it is or where you are or anything.
I went out to brunch with a new friend, Clarissa. We met on strange terms. It invovled some crazy drunk Irish man and him dragging myself and JLo (as I now call my dear friend Jessica Lougherty) to a horribly pretentious bar and buying us Mojitos and freaking us out with his antics. It was a funny night but we met Clarissa and she seems like a great gal so cheers to a new friend. We ate at a place with slow enough service that it could be said that it didn't exist. After brunch she tagged along for the adventure that was the Antiquarium and helped me out with getting some opera gloves for the photoshoot. I never would have been able to get them without her, what a gal.
My outfit is coming along beautifully and the more I do this, the more I have to tell myself, I want to try to do this some way some how. But honestly, how do you become a stylist? I need to figure this out. I found the perfect updated Bob Dylan sunglasses to go with the mens outfit and it was so exciting. Mary Jane at the Antiquarium, she got me to thinking. Thanks Mary Jane.
And then it all hit me when I got home tonight. Despite having friends and spending more time with other people and not just hanging out alone I still feel rather solitary. I have friends and we are becoming closer every day but I'm missing intense connection. I miss the people who know me inside and out, my family and friends back in Michigan (and Virginia!). I was talking about relationships with Arizona last night and it hit me, I'm lonely for that kind of connection as well. Fall makes me miss piles of blankets and snuggles and listening to music and playing music and just enjoying the company of someone else. That's a lot of it. The rest of it is well, sappy girl stuff best left to the red walls of my room and the pages of my journal.
Lord I am so tired. When will I feel like I've caught up?

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