Time to relax

I had another anxiety attack today before class. A small one, but hard enough. A small blessing, I suppose, as it reminded me to call Magellan when I get a chance.

So after a rather rewarding chemistry lab, I drove around town, ending up, as usual, at Flat Top. The city was gorgous, the sunset was various shades of ecstatic orange, and the night behind me was soft and gray. I loved it.
So I came home, and here I am, enjoying a very nice cup of tea and watching my favorite movie, Secretary. I love Lee Holloway, I have yet to find a movie I relate more to. The self-inflicted pain, the alcoholic father, Peter (the guy who dated her as a means to get what he wanted, not because he liked her), the overwhelming shyness, the natural submission, the need for dominance, even down to the damn orchids. Not mention the ending always makes me cry.
It's odd that I don't have this movie. I don't have any movies, (all I have is 3 seasons of Nip/Tuck) but I should buy this one, despite the fact I resent TV. I wish we didn't have one in the apartment.

I find myself longing for my place, a small little studio somewhere, someplace where I can just go home, relax, study, meditate, read, and not have to deal with room mates. There is nothing going on between us or anything, we all get a long great, but 4 people in a tiny 3 bedroom gets really cramped, and I am longing for alone time. I realized the other day I haven't any time alone in ages.