sunday afternoons

I've come to a time in my life where I'm wondering:

Do I stick to my guns, as they say, or do I cave in and just be nice?

I miss him after two days of not speaking. I keep carrying my cell phone around the house just in case he decides the right thing to do would be to call me. Is that even the right thing to do? We're childish, right now. We're stubbornly giving each other the silent treatment, and that is something that is so not us. We don't do that kind of thing. We talk it out, we get over it, we go out for dinner and have a nice time. We don't hang up on each other and then think it's the other person's obligation to call first. We aren't those kind of people.

I stayed up too late at a barnyard bonfire last night. Three of us rode down the road through the trees in the darkness. We galloped around under the stars for a while. Then, I woke up too early this morning to do some more galloping -- this time it was on purpose, and over cross country obstacles.

And I spent the rest of the day feeling tired and sorry for myself and watching Sex and the City on DVD, thinking about relationships and Carrie Bradshaw. And looking at my cell phone.

Now, I am stressed out about a nonfunctional printer and legal cases that need to be read over before class tomorrow morning, and I feel like it's all hanging above my head. Maybe I need to just put on some makeup, feel pretty, and have a cup of coffee.