Life

This whole hang-out-with-your-boyfriend-five-times-a-year thing? Tough. Manageable, and works for us, but tough. Particularly the last couple weeks at the tail end of the three month stretches. Tough. Good thing I’ve got so much shit to do.

That is all.

Another night, another attempt at making some kind of stupidly unnecessary move as a symbol of my independence, another four hours in an emergency room. I had a lot of time to think about my foolish symbols of independence, the unnecessary treks I make and tasks I perform in order to prove I’m not dependent

I’ve been living and breathing God’s War edits for the last week and subsisting primarily on Chipotle burritoes and working internet-distraction-free at the local Books&Co. Seriously, living and breathing edits. I write work-related stuff all day and do edits on my own time, come home, work out, bike to Chipotle, bike to Books&Co and write

Switzerland in a month, whoooot!

When the house (including the bathroom and kitchen) is busted down and out for replumbing and rewiring for a week, just how many times did I go to Chipotle? Man, this is a big stack of receipts. I need to get back on budget. I also need to sit down and re-budget based on my

Stephanie’s Old Man’s parents, Nancy and Brian, are in town this week doing home repairs. They’re amazing. They’re replumbing and rewiring the whole house. Last night, Nancy and Stephanie took acetone and sandpaper to all the cabinets in the little kitchen to prep them for new paint and new doors. Today I came home to

Life just keeps going, doesn’t it? I suppose that’s the definition, but yeah, boy, it just marches on regardless. Sometimes it’s just stunning, how that is.

I’ve been busting up on my French for awhile now, trying to get in at least a few pages or lessons or some kind of exposure to it at least once a day. It’s been a goal of mine to be able to get around in French for some time now, but it was one