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So Justin has officially moved into my apartment.
We went on vacation to Rhode Island to see his brother and sister-in-law. It was great, but they are DEFINITELY way more active than we are. We're very much indoor housecats compared to them. Still and all, we had a BLAST.
It seems we've been arguing a lot lately. I know everything isn't always going to be peachy-keen, but the switch has been so dramatic it scares me. I just want everything to be done as far as the move goes, but it seems like there's always just one more thing. I'm not the type to be satisfied until everything's finished, but Justin's annoyed with the fact that I want to get everything done ASAP. It doesn't help that I'm incompetent and most of the things that are left to do involve hardware for which I need *gasp* a drill. I know how to use a drill. But he knows how to use a drill the professional way...so I can imagine what he thinks of my attempts at the use of power tools. *Grimace.*
I know he's not happy with me at the moment. I hope it passes...I'm not trying to make him miserable, I swear, but somehow I don't feel like I've been much good at anything else lately.
Time for bed. I actually have to go to work in the morning. *Bleck.*
We went on vacation to Rhode Island to see his brother and sister-in-law. It was great, but they are DEFINITELY way more active than we are. We're very much indoor housecats compared to them. Still and all, we had a BLAST.
It seems we've been arguing a lot lately. I know everything isn't always going to be peachy-keen, but the switch has been so dramatic it scares me. I just want everything to be done as far as the move goes, but it seems like there's always just one more thing. I'm not the type to be satisfied until everything's finished, but Justin's annoyed with the fact that I want to get everything done ASAP. It doesn't help that I'm incompetent and most of the things that are left to do involve hardware for which I need *gasp* a drill. I know how to use a drill. But he knows how to use a drill the professional way...so I can imagine what he thinks of my attempts at the use of power tools. *Grimace.*
I know he's not happy with me at the moment. I hope it passes...I'm not trying to make him miserable, I swear, but somehow I don't feel like I've been much good at anything else lately.
Time for bed. I actually have to go to work in the morning. *Bleck.*