Apparently this is who I am, romantically Read on, and decide if it’s accurate. I’m not saying.
is in the other room as I type this, watching Dogma. I’ve just finished some school work, and so I’m typing up a quick note to myself about the joys of hanging out with her and having her as my lady-love. She kicked my ass into gear about getting my apartment clean today, and then helped me do it. No one has ever done that for me before, and it’s a great reminder of the many, many reasons I love her. She not only tells me to change, she then helps me do it without being overly forceful or nasty about it.
So, as a result of her efforts, the dining table is useful again, the bathroom is clean, the kitchen is clean, and the office and living room are cleaner. The whole place needs vacuuming, and the bedroom is still a bit of a disaster area, but the space is habitable again. And I have some groceries in the fridge, so it’s not like there’s nothing to eat, anymore. THere’s even a few bottles of wine hidden away.
I got some bad news from my friend in Providence. He’s out of a teaching job for next year, and apparently he’s thinking about going after his old place for wrongful dismissal. I tend to think this is a bad idea, because then this suit will become public knowledge among the schools that might hire him. But that’s the way I think, not necessarily how he thinks. I love him dearly, and I haven’t been around for him through some rough times; I need to make time to see him and family the next few weeks.
Dad and I are both recovering from funeral duties, slowly but surely. I need a couple of hours to get worksheets done for, of all things, my first period class — but they won’t get done tonight. It’s almost 11pm, and with DST beginning, I want to go to bed pretty soon. Tomorrow is a long day.