I will prevail!
Just crawled out of bed a bit ago. Feel like the creature from the black lagoon, coughing up a millennia of ooze and other gross shit. In other words, I have a cold. On top of allergies, not fun.
Bah! I say. I laugh in the face of colds. Hot Lemon Relief here I come!
Still... I am sitting here in the nude shivering and dripping sweat at the same time... Colds suck.
My furniture is beautiful. Some assembly required apparently means that everything is in bitty pieces. Ian spent an hour or two last night assembling it. It will be a bit before I am not afraid of hurting the table, but I will get over it. For some reason the couch is fluffier than I remembered. I am a tad worried about dust and the like. Bah, I wanted leather but the one I we could afford wasn't as nice as the microfiber. Whatever, for the moment it is still new, and I am armed with fabreeze allergen reducer. I will prevail!
Or something like that.
In other news I am being kidnapped this weekend. No, I really mean kidnapped. Keri and Lori are going to Ragnaroc and they aren't taking no for an answer. I am going, regardless of the fact that I have no money, no garb, no armor and Ian can't attend. I am kind of concerned for a couple reasons.
I hate going to events totally dependent on someone, even someone as kind and forgiving as Lori. I hate not being able to shop or just buy myself a drink or something if I want one. I also will only really know three people there well, Keri, Lori and Jim, and there are some really odd social dynamics going on there. Mistress, servant, barbarian.
I am not feeling very good about leaving Ian behind either... we have not been apart a day since Clinton. Not one. It scares me for no reasonable reason to leave him here. that I might miss something important, that he might need me and resent being left here. I told myself when we started going out that I would not event without him and here I am doing it. He says he thinks it would be good for me to have a 'girl's weekend out' but I know he is wishing he was there.
Maybe I am just afraid to shake up the status quo of our relationship. Things are changing slowly, we are going past the honeymoon stage to something else. Not something bad, but it is new and different and therefore terrifying to me.
Bah! I say. I laugh in the face of colds. Hot Lemon Relief here I come!
Still... I am sitting here in the nude shivering and dripping sweat at the same time... Colds suck.
My furniture is beautiful. Some assembly required apparently means that everything is in bitty pieces. Ian spent an hour or two last night assembling it. It will be a bit before I am not afraid of hurting the table, but I will get over it. For some reason the couch is fluffier than I remembered. I am a tad worried about dust and the like. Bah, I wanted leather but the one I we could afford wasn't as nice as the microfiber. Whatever, for the moment it is still new, and I am armed with fabreeze allergen reducer. I will prevail!
Or something like that.
In other news I am being kidnapped this weekend. No, I really mean kidnapped. Keri and Lori are going to Ragnaroc and they aren't taking no for an answer. I am going, regardless of the fact that I have no money, no garb, no armor and Ian can't attend. I am kind of concerned for a couple reasons.
I hate going to events totally dependent on someone, even someone as kind and forgiving as Lori. I hate not being able to shop or just buy myself a drink or something if I want one. I also will only really know three people there well, Keri, Lori and Jim, and there are some really odd social dynamics going on there. Mistress, servant, barbarian.
I am not feeling very good about leaving Ian behind either... we have not been apart a day since Clinton. Not one. It scares me for no reasonable reason to leave him here. that I might miss something important, that he might need me and resent being left here. I told myself when we started going out that I would not event without him and here I am doing it. He says he thinks it would be good for me to have a 'girl's weekend out' but I know he is wishing he was there.
Maybe I am just afraid to shake up the status quo of our relationship. Things are changing slowly, we are going past the honeymoon stage to something else. Not something bad, but it is new and different and therefore terrifying to me.