Mental Vomit 1

Here I sit at home on a Saturday night. I am content, yet a bit restless.
A glass of wine to my right, classical on the CD player.

The mental funk began Thursday.

Had a couple of castmates over for dinner/to run lines. It was dinner and drinking.

And in-depth discussion. VERY in-depth discussion. The kind where I relate experiences and relationships I have not talked about in ages. I am playing a character in my current show who has been in a relationship for 20 years. So the three of us talked about the good, the bad, and the ugly.

My mind has been in overdrive ever since. Because of the discussion, I have Facebooked the ex-girlfriend, crossing my fingers she will accept it, and wondering what she'll say when we have "the talk". Because we need to. And because she is the longest relationship I've ever had. And that's a little sad.

It is moments like these that I wish I could look to the couch, see my partner, smile, say "I need to talk about something", go sit next to him, and unload the mental baggage.

Instead, it's bed alone with a mind that won't shut down for a few hours.

Excuse me, but that sucks a little.............