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non estrapoliHappy Birthday, Lenny!
I feel bad complaining when Ryan has both been to more games and also has to care whether Gameday is working or not, but I am EXHAUSTED and feeling a little under the weather still. But at the same time grateful, since I got to go to the game last night. I can't understand people who are annoyed by the heckling in the bleachers since, for me, it's half the fun of the game. I'm sure the ALCS Game 7 was even crazier but last night was hi-larious. The best bit was actually a sound effect joke so I can't explain it. Call me and I'll re-enact it for you.
The rest of this week is plan-free, probably just 5 nights of going home and watching the games on TV. I was telling K-dub that my apartment and I are like this couple who've been casually dating for a while. I've been keeping him at a distance somewhat, not sure where this is going. We have some things in common but I didn't know if we really want the same things. But as time goes by I realize how much I like spending time with him, how he's always there for me when it really matters, how even though we fight sometimes he understands the important things and makes me feel a little less alone. Then this weekend we slept together and I feel much closer to him and think I'll stick around for a while.
K-dub says her apartment relationship is more like an old married couple who rarely have sex anymore. He's completely let himself go, chipping corners and peeling paint and letting mice in from under the sink. She's starting to hate everything about him but it's easier to just stay and be slightly unhappy than to turn everything upside down and move. They don't even fight, they rarely talk. Sometimes when she leaves for work she forgets to kiss him or even say goodbye.
All this creepy metaphor is just to say that I cleaned up and decorated this weekend, dragging out things I never unpacked when I moved - in Spring 2002 - and that K wants to move but can't afford it. Apparently exhaustion brings out the anthropomorphist (anthropomorphizist?) in me. Or dementia.
Posted by beth at October 20, 2003 03:10 PM
