Monday, wherein I dump brain contents on you
And today, I bring you bullet points:
- New York and Marriage: I'll confess, I expected the anti side to pull off a last minute coup to toss this out until after the next state election. I am pleasantly surprised to find myself wrong. Also, a number of friends' Facebook pages now reflect their relationship status as "engaged." What a fun thing to see happen. And people really wasted no time. As I said to my best friend: "After all he's put you through, I hope he gave you a rock that would scare Princess Catherine."
- Human Interaction: I'm having none today. Hubby is off to Mexico for work, and so far today I have had one five-minute conversation with a human being. Other than to the cats this morning, I have spoken not a single word aside from that. This job literally kills me sometimes. I hunger for colleagues I can talk to (I am a one-man department).
- Grey Hair: I held out a long time, aside from one small patch just above my forehead. The last two months have seen it sprinting in, including in my beard. Still hasn't reached critical mass, but the change has come. I have very mixed feelings about this. I like it in other men, but am totally unconvinced for myself. And why do the grey ones have to grow faster than all the others? Considering how short I buzz my hair, the little fuckers stand out at twice the length of normal hair. I have a light, fuzzy grey halo around my head.
- Kitty: She declines, yet holds on. She spent much of last night cuddled in bed with me, purring her head off. She is newly obsessed with going out in the roof garden. She gratefully accepts grooming from Boo, who she used to hiss at. Yet, she is skin and bones. It is painful. I worry, because we have a week's vacation coming up and I am afraid to leave her, should she still be with us.
- Alcohol: I needs me a couple nights of it. Stress has hit me to the point that my gastrointestinal tract is in an uproar. A simple egg breakfast burrito is enough to make me ill. I normally have the constitution of a tank. This is annoying. Steam must be blown off. See also: upcoming vacation.
- Ganja Girl: Last night when we got home the heavy cloud of marijuana fumes filled the entire hallway, despite her promise to "not let her friends smoke pot in her apartment" anymore. I have zero interest in patrolling anyone else's vices and pleasures. However, I am the one that got the police visit. I pounded on her door for five minutes to have a further conversation on this, but no one would answer. If they come again, I am totally hanging the little stoner bitch out to dry. As of tonight, I start keeping a usage log of what I smell as I walk into my apartment (or what I smell in my kitchen, for god's sake). I'm too damn old to play cool in a jail cell, waiting for my chance before a judge to explain myself.
- Dreams: I had complicated dreams involving my dead father. Maybe, eight months later, I am starting to process this. Frankly, I'd just prefer not to.
- Pretty: Jeebus Christmas, the amount of hot manflesh I've been assaulted with lately is enough to send me insane. I love summer.
Ah, Monday. We meet again.
- New York and Marriage: I'll confess, I expected the anti side to pull off a last minute coup to toss this out until after the next state election. I am pleasantly surprised to find myself wrong. Also, a number of friends' Facebook pages now reflect their relationship status as "engaged." What a fun thing to see happen. And people really wasted no time. As I said to my best friend: "After all he's put you through, I hope he gave you a rock that would scare Princess Catherine."
- Human Interaction: I'm having none today. Hubby is off to Mexico for work, and so far today I have had one five-minute conversation with a human being. Other than to the cats this morning, I have spoken not a single word aside from that. This job literally kills me sometimes. I hunger for colleagues I can talk to (I am a one-man department).
- Grey Hair: I held out a long time, aside from one small patch just above my forehead. The last two months have seen it sprinting in, including in my beard. Still hasn't reached critical mass, but the change has come. I have very mixed feelings about this. I like it in other men, but am totally unconvinced for myself. And why do the grey ones have to grow faster than all the others? Considering how short I buzz my hair, the little fuckers stand out at twice the length of normal hair. I have a light, fuzzy grey halo around my head.
- Kitty: She declines, yet holds on. She spent much of last night cuddled in bed with me, purring her head off. She is newly obsessed with going out in the roof garden. She gratefully accepts grooming from Boo, who she used to hiss at. Yet, she is skin and bones. It is painful. I worry, because we have a week's vacation coming up and I am afraid to leave her, should she still be with us.
- Alcohol: I needs me a couple nights of it. Stress has hit me to the point that my gastrointestinal tract is in an uproar. A simple egg breakfast burrito is enough to make me ill. I normally have the constitution of a tank. This is annoying. Steam must be blown off. See also: upcoming vacation.
- Ganja Girl: Last night when we got home the heavy cloud of marijuana fumes filled the entire hallway, despite her promise to "not let her friends smoke pot in her apartment" anymore. I have zero interest in patrolling anyone else's vices and pleasures. However, I am the one that got the police visit. I pounded on her door for five minutes to have a further conversation on this, but no one would answer. If they come again, I am totally hanging the little stoner bitch out to dry. As of tonight, I start keeping a usage log of what I smell as I walk into my apartment (or what I smell in my kitchen, for god's sake). I'm too damn old to play cool in a jail cell, waiting for my chance before a judge to explain myself.
- Dreams: I had complicated dreams involving my dead father. Maybe, eight months later, I am starting to process this. Frankly, I'd just prefer not to.
- Pretty: Jeebus Christmas, the amount of hot manflesh I've been assaulted with lately is enough to send me insane. I love summer.
Ah, Monday. We meet again.