Well last week was alright I suppose. Nothing too terribly exciting except for the fact that my fabulous husband finally got his net connection in his room. So that has made the whole thing a lot easier to deal with. I think we’ve hung out more in the past week than we have since he left. Its much nicer to be able to be relaxed about it instead of feeling like I have to fit everything into 20 minutes. I hated when he worked at the hospital. Anyway not too much really to report. Today I took el honda in for some love. Very expensive love it turned out. I had gone in just intending to get the brakes worked on since they felt like they needed it. I had 20% left on my brakes but my axles were shot. So that had to be fixed and well… So after I got home I fell asleep after I had dinner oops so now I am awake in the middle of the night enjoying some damn fine old videos on tivo. I tried to sleep earlier but I was semi-tormented by thoughts of my ongoing identity crisis. However now that I’m up and writing and have good music playing I find I’m too happy for wangsty reflections on the nature of subcultures and how they apply or rather don’t apply to myself or my wangsty reflections on the nature of being alone. Suffice it to say I miss justin. How odd that a joy division song of all things should make me happy. This week should prove to be fairly entertaining. I have knitting tomorrow, its our first non-shop specific night that will feature more than two people. Weds my father is going to up here for an interview so we’re having dinner. I am going to go down early and hit a few yarn shops which should be fun. Also Steve is visiting this weekend and another friend will be staying here while she looks for a new house. Anyway I should get back to my knitting…
