Classes are the logical first answer to the question "About what?" that you might ask. Negative. My scholastics are doing surprisingly well, albeit three days into the term.
It's about Protector (naturally). Today was probably the worst that I've heard about since finals last Spring. She was sunburned due to working outside today, she fell and hit her head, and she has only eaten once as of the time that I called her. I find that to be horrid news.
But just as bad is the thought that perhaps my relationship is hitting a plateau and becoming a relation-shit. I do hate that. Perhaps it's merely because I am tired. I hope that it is something that simple. Our dates have become much more sporadic, and I miss seeing her on a regular basis. We still have several things planned to do together, don't get me wrong. I just don't get to see her as often as I'd like (meaning twice a day for eight hours at a time). I fear that I am running out of things to converse with her about. After all, asking about each other's day will only carry one so far.
....I just worry.
This is silly and mortal to do. I am better than this. My friends have called me a god before. Gods are better than this. I will not let this affect me so. I will breach the subject with her on Tuesday, and speak of it no more.
