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Mar. 22nd, 2008 01:48 pmWow, it is Angry Day here in my condo building.
Our upstairs neighbours are actually in a fight over whether or not it is immature for the husband to want to go to Mexico for spring break when he is, in fact, 29 years old. Our across-the-alley neighbours are shouting at each other as they move out of the apartment building, which is understandable because moving house does stress a person out, but there's no need to call anyone a bad mover. If they're helping you move, they deserve love and pizza, end of story.
That Girl just emerged from R's room and bitched to me about R, too.
That Girl: Man, that boy can sleep.
Sam: He is a world class sleeper.
That Girl: I don't know, I used to sleep all day, but I told him that when I did I always felt like such a loser.
Sam: *moment of Oh Shit, It's Happening Again*
That Girl: He asked me if I was calling him a loser and got all offended.
Sam: I...well, you know, people have different rhythms.
That Girl: But I don't want to sleep all day!
I give them a month.
I have to admit, though, that I feel off-kilter today myself. I didn't go to work on Thursday, which threw my whole mental schedule off -- I woke up this morning and moaned because I'd have to get up and go to work, and then remembered it was Saturday. I stayed up late last night, and didn't sleep all that well to start with. I actually did get up around six this morning and came out and talked with R for a while, and then went back to bed (apparently, so did he). So now I keep thinking it's Sunday, and I'm a bit twitchy and restless.
Still, I'm realising that I rather like this new life. I like the regularity of it -- work that I can do competently with time to write, coming home in the evening, cooking a meal, having the place to myself after R leaves for his gigs. R keeps me responsible to someone other than myself, too, without us having to crowd each others' space.
There's a lot still to work through, duties and loss and recovery, and my headspace is still all kinds of messed up, but this job is what I needed. It gives me structure and time, which are valuable to me. It's good for me.
Our upstairs neighbours are actually in a fight over whether or not it is immature for the husband to want to go to Mexico for spring break when he is, in fact, 29 years old. Our across-the-alley neighbours are shouting at each other as they move out of the apartment building, which is understandable because moving house does stress a person out, but there's no need to call anyone a bad mover. If they're helping you move, they deserve love and pizza, end of story.
That Girl just emerged from R's room and bitched to me about R, too.
That Girl: Man, that boy can sleep.
Sam: He is a world class sleeper.
That Girl: I don't know, I used to sleep all day, but I told him that when I did I always felt like such a loser.
Sam: *moment of Oh Shit, It's Happening Again*
That Girl: He asked me if I was calling him a loser and got all offended.
Sam: I...well, you know, people have different rhythms.
That Girl: But I don't want to sleep all day!
I give them a month.
I have to admit, though, that I feel off-kilter today myself. I didn't go to work on Thursday, which threw my whole mental schedule off -- I woke up this morning and moaned because I'd have to get up and go to work, and then remembered it was Saturday. I stayed up late last night, and didn't sleep all that well to start with. I actually did get up around six this morning and came out and talked with R for a while, and then went back to bed (apparently, so did he). So now I keep thinking it's Sunday, and I'm a bit twitchy and restless.
Still, I'm realising that I rather like this new life. I like the regularity of it -- work that I can do competently with time to write, coming home in the evening, cooking a meal, having the place to myself after R leaves for his gigs. R keeps me responsible to someone other than myself, too, without us having to crowd each others' space.
There's a lot still to work through, duties and loss and recovery, and my headspace is still all kinds of messed up, but this job is what I needed. It gives me structure and time, which are valuable to me. It's good for me.
