And so it goes...
Man, it's been over TEN DAYS since I posted over here. Not right, guys. Not right.
So... these are the things that are going on with me:
- Jack and I are fine. We are better than fine, actually. All the things that were wrong, shockingly, had a lot more to do with my health than anything else. Did you know that 90% of your seratonin is made in your intestines, and if you have a problem with them, you are very likely depressed and probably because of that not thinking terribly clearly? Yeah. That. So the gluten-free thing is helping, and we are much much better now.
- I saw a nutritionist this week. We're working on diversifying my food intake and blah blah blah, boring. She says I'm doing a great job and gave me a lot of recommendations of more things I should totally be spending money on.
- We are desperately trying to keep our heads above water financially, and after a lot of hemming and hawing, we have realized we can't do this in our current living situation. We're getting a roommate, y'all. Marc has been Jack's best friend since they were five years old, and recently went through a massive breakup and has been couch surfing for over a month. He is sick of it. We are sick of paying our rent late. Marc is awesome and sweet and quiet and really likes my fried chicken. I even tried out the gluten-free kind on him last week, and he liked that too, so we're in business. He's moving in on Monday. Just when we got the house the way we like it...
- We're rearranging the whole house to make room for Marc. This is a crazy work in progress. I am not so much happy about the way it is so far, but it's coming along, and hopefully will be fabulous when it's finished. Hopefully.
- Work is crazy busy. We are kicking ass. We are taking names. We are killing it. And in the meantime, I could really use a day off. Monday. Monday is a holiday. So yeah, Marc is moving in, but I will be relaxin' on the couch. Maybe. Damnit.
- Trying like crazy to come to Boston for Nationals. It's still doable, but looking less likely that I'm gonna make it. Do you have a room you can let me sleep on the floor of? A half a bed you need filled? Do you already live in Boston and have a couch you'd like some adorableness to live on for a week? Please? I needs a room, y'all. I can't afford to pay for a hotel all for my lonesome. No way. I'm vaguely tempted to just show up and see who takes me in. Would you?
- I could really use a massage.
So... these are the things that are going on with me:
- Jack and I are fine. We are better than fine, actually. All the things that were wrong, shockingly, had a lot more to do with my health than anything else. Did you know that 90% of your seratonin is made in your intestines, and if you have a problem with them, you are very likely depressed and probably because of that not thinking terribly clearly? Yeah. That. So the gluten-free thing is helping, and we are much much better now.
- I saw a nutritionist this week. We're working on diversifying my food intake and blah blah blah, boring. She says I'm doing a great job and gave me a lot of recommendations of more things I should totally be spending money on.
- We are desperately trying to keep our heads above water financially, and after a lot of hemming and hawing, we have realized we can't do this in our current living situation. We're getting a roommate, y'all. Marc has been Jack's best friend since they were five years old, and recently went through a massive breakup and has been couch surfing for over a month. He is sick of it. We are sick of paying our rent late. Marc is awesome and sweet and quiet and really likes my fried chicken. I even tried out the gluten-free kind on him last week, and he liked that too, so we're in business. He's moving in on Monday. Just when we got the house the way we like it...
- We're rearranging the whole house to make room for Marc. This is a crazy work in progress. I am not so much happy about the way it is so far, but it's coming along, and hopefully will be fabulous when it's finished. Hopefully.
- Work is crazy busy. We are kicking ass. We are taking names. We are killing it. And in the meantime, I could really use a day off. Monday. Monday is a holiday. So yeah, Marc is moving in, but I will be relaxin' on the couch. Maybe. Damnit.
- Trying like crazy to come to Boston for Nationals. It's still doable, but looking less likely that I'm gonna make it. Do you have a room you can let me sleep on the floor of? A half a bed you need filled? Do you already live in Boston and have a couch you'd like some adorableness to live on for a week? Please? I needs a room, y'all. I can't afford to pay for a hotel all for my lonesome. No way. I'm vaguely tempted to just show up and see who takes me in. Would you?
- I could really use a massage.