Bob is on vacation this week. I am getting spoiled all over again. After three years you’d think we’d be dying for some time apart.
No. Not so much.
The more time I spend with him, the more time I want to spend with him. After ten days joined at the hip (get your minds out of the gutter you dirty little pigs) when he goes back to work on Monday I will be lonely and longing for another week of vacation to spend with him all to myself.
Somebody would probably tell me this is a red flag for codependency or something. I am capable of surviving without clinging to Bob every second of every day.
I just don’t want to.
We are koala bears.
We like to cling.
So take your judgey judgementalness and be on with your merry way.
ANYHOOZITS.
Since we’re “on vacation” we’ve abandoned a normal sleep schedule. We’ve been staying up late and sleeping in. Bob’s been playing a lot of Fallout 3 (Christmas present) and I’ve been writing and designing a house for my latest story project whilst watching him shoot feral ghouls, irradiated mole rats, and other post apocalyptic enemies.
Part of me wants it to be the first of the month so I can put up my new calendar. But the rest of me wants the week to go as slow as possible to prolong Bob’s vacation because I don’t want to share him.
I’ve witnessed a lot of whatthefuckery this week brought out by some people that really makes me question their grasp on reality. (It’s really just one person.) I’m really struggling to bite my tongue so as not to incite World War III. But when I’m starting to see Sydney 2.0 manifest before my eyes—GOOD GAWD IT’S FUCKING DIFFICULT.
Today I spent the entire day in bed with a headache that threatened to split my skull wide open. The pain finally dulled enough to walk upright and take a shower around dinnertime and I’ve felt like shit warmed over ever since. It seems to be creeping back in now. I’ll be accepting offers to chop my head off any time.
It’s below freezing and the window is wide open and it is bloody, boiling hot in this bedroom. Our vents are closed. Why is it so freaking hot in here?
I got a set of dishes for Christmas. We will have DISHES TO EAT OFF OF when we have our own place! ZOMGYAY!
Bob ordered a few things from Think Geek and surprised me with my very own stuffed TUX. YAY! PENGUIN! He is an excellent cuddle size. He is currently watching Bob play Fallout 3 while I’m on the computer.
I had to take off my Caboose hoodie because it’s so freaking hot in here. This makes me sad.
I want to play Halo: Reach. It just looks pretty. But I’m pretty sure I would suck hard core at it (I pretty much suck at all video games so…). And I really suck at PVP sooo…. But I mostly want to play it for things like Achievement Horse. (Because I am totally obsessed with all things Rooster Teeth, we’ve been over this.) But we don’t even have an XBox so that pretty much nixes the whole idea before we even begin.
Betcha can’t guess what I’m listening to in iTunes right now.
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