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aykroyd's going-away party (he's going to be doing military crap for 7 months; I'll miss him), and ended up going to Chang Sho with HLM and getting some of their hunan crispy shrimp. Ahh... taste bud orgasm. From there I went to TKD and then home, where we ended up renting The Ghost in the Shell and snuggling.
Saturday started off with sex, never a bad beginning... and then sparring, in which I sparred a black belt and didn't get killed. But the day was really characterized by our installing a big wire shelf-thing in the bathroom and cleaning up the last few boxes of random crap from the middle living room. Oh, and then trudging to Goodwill with 3 or 4 bags of stuff apiece. Yay for cleanup! HLM wasn't all that into helping me at first, but he had to admit the room looked awfully nice when we were done. So that was the afternoon, and then we went to hang out with HLM's college friends until 1:30 AM.
Sunday: I slept late. Really late. And then I sat reading Kushiel's Avatar for a couple of hours before doing anything. But eventually I got going, and I did much better in the weight room this week. Oh, true, I did almost faint after the pullups part, but managed to fall on the floor cross-legged before it could come up to meet me. I bounced when I landed... heh. Presumably it looked dumb, and presumably the other gym-rats understood. I don't care. Overload is fine with me just as long as the cramps stay away, and they did. :)
When I got home I did something I've been longing to do for quite a while. Ever since we moved in there's been this horrible long wire coiling loosely across the floor from the living room through the kitchen and into HLM's office where the computer is. Early on there was some talk of getting a new jack put directly into the office, but that talk had quieted, so... I got some of those u-shaped tacks and I nailed that mother to the wall in so many places HLM couldn't believe it. But it's essentially invisible now. It runs behind appliances and bookshelves and there's no slack in it anywhere--easy to forget I was tripping on it just two days ago. Yayyyy! So, flush with that victory and psyched to keep using my hammer, I went around hanging some things on the walls and moving some of the last milk-crates of books into the bookshelves. Then more reading, and sleep.
Oh yeah, somewhere in there I made that "chicken crescent" recipewebrat posted a while ago. It was good, but we forgot to buy chives, so we'll have to make it again before passing final judgement.
Kushiel's Avatar: well,miyyu, you wanted to know, and I have to say I'm scared shitless! I don't like what's happening. The gods are asking too much. I'm clinging desperately to my memories of that amazon review I read that says Phedre "triumphs gloriously" somehow, because right now I don't see it. But, assuming she lives, I do notice that much is being made of her childlessness this time around... I won't be surprised at all if she ends up pregnant at the end of the book. It would be great if she could somehow be carrying Melisande's child, but I don't think d'Angeline biotech is quite up to the task! Ha. :) So I suppose it will probably be Joscelin's. And that would be fine too.
While drinking my pre-gym coffee on Sunday, I had another one of those moments where my love of the city and my fear of losing it rise up inside me and my heart twists itself into a swollen pretzel. God, no wonder I'm afraid of switching jobs. The bargain I've made with the universe has given me access to some joys I never saw coming and would now do almost anything to not lose. And I know they're not all tied together, necessarily... but I'm afraid of slipping through the cracks and landing where I was in my childhood, or worse. This all makes sense. But I can't let myself turn into a security addict either. All I can do is put that moment into the mix, and maybe process it eventually.
aykroyd's going-away party (he's going to be doing military crap for 7 months; I'll miss him), and ended up going to Chang Sho with HLM and getting some of their hunan crispy shrimp. Ahh... taste bud orgasm. From there I went to TKD and then home, where we ended up renting The Ghost in the Shell and snuggling.Saturday started off with sex, never a bad beginning... and then sparring, in which I sparred a black belt and didn't get killed. But the day was really characterized by our installing a big wire shelf-thing in the bathroom and cleaning up the last few boxes of random crap from the middle living room. Oh, and then trudging to Goodwill with 3 or 4 bags of stuff apiece. Yay for cleanup! HLM wasn't all that into helping me at first, but he had to admit the room looked awfully nice when we were done. So that was the afternoon, and then we went to hang out with HLM's college friends until 1:30 AM.
Sunday: I slept late. Really late. And then I sat reading Kushiel's Avatar for a couple of hours before doing anything. But eventually I got going, and I did much better in the weight room this week. Oh, true, I did almost faint after the pullups part, but managed to fall on the floor cross-legged before it could come up to meet me. I bounced when I landed... heh. Presumably it looked dumb, and presumably the other gym-rats understood. I don't care. Overload is fine with me just as long as the cramps stay away, and they did. :)
When I got home I did something I've been longing to do for quite a while. Ever since we moved in there's been this horrible long wire coiling loosely across the floor from the living room through the kitchen and into HLM's office where the computer is. Early on there was some talk of getting a new jack put directly into the office, but that talk had quieted, so... I got some of those u-shaped tacks and I nailed that mother to the wall in so many places HLM couldn't believe it. But it's essentially invisible now. It runs behind appliances and bookshelves and there's no slack in it anywhere--easy to forget I was tripping on it just two days ago. Yayyyy! So, flush with that victory and psyched to keep using my hammer, I went around hanging some things on the walls and moving some of the last milk-crates of books into the bookshelves. Then more reading, and sleep.
Oh yeah, somewhere in there I made that "chicken crescent" recipe
webrat posted a while ago. It was good, but we forgot to buy chives, so we'll have to make it again before passing final judgement. Kushiel's Avatar: well,
miyyu, you wanted to know, and I have to say I'm scared shitless! I don't like what's happening. The gods are asking too much. I'm clinging desperately to my memories of that amazon review I read that says Phedre "triumphs gloriously" somehow, because right now I don't see it. But, assuming she lives, I do notice that much is being made of her childlessness this time around... I won't be surprised at all if she ends up pregnant at the end of the book. It would be great if she could somehow be carrying Melisande's child, but I don't think d'Angeline biotech is quite up to the task! Ha. :) So I suppose it will probably be Joscelin's. And that would be fine too.While drinking my pre-gym coffee on Sunday, I had another one of those moments where my love of the city and my fear of losing it rise up inside me and my heart twists itself into a swollen pretzel. God, no wonder I'm afraid of switching jobs. The bargain I've made with the universe has given me access to some joys I never saw coming and would now do almost anything to not lose. And I know they're not all tied together, necessarily... but I'm afraid of slipping through the cracks and landing where I was in my childhood, or worse. This all makes sense. But I can't let myself turn into a security addict either. All I can do is put that moment into the mix, and maybe process it eventually.
