It's a thing, you know. There are studies about it ( Read more... )

Yesterday after work I watched Michael Hyatt videos, because I'm a sucker for this sort of efficiency oriented self-help, I consume it like comfort food. Also, I can't get enough of his all-american wholseomeness and all those white teeth. It's as much of a guilty pleasure as Twilight, I guess, and I can't be bothered to feel bad about it ( Read more... )

I don't remember what the joke is, but there is a joke. Not a terribly good, laugh-out-loud joke, the kind you tell to your friends days later, it's a domestic joke, just for the moment, just for the two of us, easily made, easily forgotten. One of those jokes he makes where masculinity has an important role. He makes fun of the whole macho ( Read more... )

I see S. reading a book he just bought for a friend's birthday and that I saw him wrap in gift paper ( Read more... )

A shitty week this was. Come to think of it, it's been a pretty shitty string of weeks. There are good moments here and there, but mostly it's just blah. I'm almost always tired, I have no idea of what to do - what I want to do as opposed of what I think I should do; it seems I have no tools at all to allow me to gauge the diffrerence between the ( Read more... )

Yes, I do want that beer. That's the only way I'm going to get through this domestic weekend ( Read more... )

So I'll come home and S. will ask me how my day was (I should never forget how nice it is to come home and have someone ask you how your day was). I'll say something like "well, it was one of those annoying days where you can't really concentrate because there's always some minor crisis to solve, or someone needs a question answered right now - you ( Read more... )