This story came up at the last Knit Night, and I realized I hadn't recorded Nick's latest amusing Night Terror!

It's not that the terrors ever went away, I've just gotten better at ignoring them.  They're rarely entertaining, because I'm usually too sleepy to engage a half-conscious Nick in conversation.  I either sleep through the episodes entirely ( Read more... )

Good News from people who don't frequent LJ:

• Nick passed his written comprehensive PhD exams last month and, just yesterday, received high honors for his oral defense.  In short, he is ABD: All But Dissertation!  Now he just has to...write...a book...and publish...a shit ton of articles...and stuff.  Well.  It's not exactly smooth sailing from here ( Read more... )

Text messages, this time.

( Forwarded from my phone to my inbox, and thus verbatim: )

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( An E-Mail Exchange )

-Murphies make my ears ring.

-Five-foot-tall six-year-olds.

-Too much junk food.

-Many car mishaps.

-Jigsaw puzzles!

-Ohgodnomorecupcakesplease.

-Cedar Point is GOOOOOO!

-Surprise Cleveland Detour.

-Best Indian Food in Midwest.

-It's cold in Jim's basement, and Nick has night terrors.

-Waffles in the morning.

I went to bed at some ungodly hour of the morning, so I don't know why I'm awake right now.  As for what kept me up so late...four words:  Nick bought Guitar Hero.

Technically, he and our friend Jason went halfers on it (with Jason paying significantly more than half) for some reason that I'm still a little fuzzy on.  We typically spend our Fridays ( Read more... )

After a mechanical error put off Thursday's Lasik appointment, Nick had lasers fired into his eyes this past Saturday.  I got to watch.

( DO NOT CLICK THIS IF EYES SQUICK YOU OUT. There are photos! )

The night before last, I woke up to find Nick...kind of hovering over me?  No, that's not quite right.  More like he had a hand on either side of my head and was LOOMING in the dark, staring all intently, like he was Matt freakin' Parkman trying to read my mind.

"What's the matter?" he asked me, "What's wrong?"

"I...nothing?"

"You're okay?"

"Yes?"

I  ( Read more... )

Last night was a serious exercise in blocking.  Between the hours of 7:00pm and 9:00pm, over 220 (!!) valiant straight pins and I stretched and spiked that stupid shawl.  My forefingers are bruised and my wrists hurt, and it's not ENTIRELY symmetrical, but I was quite pleased.

"Nick," I said, very sternly, "You are forbidden from having a night ( Read more... )