R's doing late-nigh inventory at work (hopefully be home in under 4 hours,) so I'm wallowing here in loneliness and heartburn. Come to that dreaded stage where I've read all my Pratchetts too much to start re-reading a third time. I made a 4-course dinner last night (admittedly, corn on the cob and baked potatoes constituted 2 courses): ravioli, corn, potatoes, and strawberry parfait. ;) Was proud of myself for the minor achievement. We played Monopoly after dinner (he won by brutal landowning and putting 4 hours each on the "New York - St. James Place - Tennessee Ave." lot. I put a house on Broadway, but he never landed on it.) Talked for a long time. It was comfortable and home-y. I don't think we'll have any probs.
At the moment, debating eating. Wouldn't mind corn, but a) it's an effort, and b) it's very messy. Just grabbed some brie, anyway :) Have a ton of washing up to do.... aren't I a nice little wifey? =p (Speaking of, Matt and Lina apparently got married 2 months ago =( )
Readin' "Interesting Times" (Pratchett)
Listenin' to "Amorata" (Switchblade Symphony)
Thinkin' about R coming back
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