Yeah, I’m a black one too. No surprise there, but I didn’t like the quiz very much since there was no “none of the above” category for the movies or the TV shows…
I spent Friday morning going through all my 8mm videocassettes, getting them labelled and placed on their new shelf in chronological order, which was actually a fairly random thing to do. Pop in one and I’m having sex with some shaggy-headed boy in 1994, pop in the next one and I’m in Seattle with Mark last April, and pop in a third to find a department store in downtown Detroit being imploded in 1998. So goes my non-linear life…
I’m pretty damned happy in the current incarnation of said life, I must admit. I have the most wonderful boy in the world living under my roof, I’ll have health insurance again in December, you could eat off the kitchen floor, and Viva Rock Vegas is on this afternoon. Doesn’t get much better than that, huh?
There have been a few (very few, actually) random stresses as we’ve been getting used to each other’s weekday personalities. But we got rid of the final giant pile of trash on Wednesday night, and the last Goodwill run will come tomorrow. The place looks better than it ever has before. And I’m finding it surprisingly easy getting used to having someone sleeping next to me every night, and surprisingly easy going right back to sleep when he gets up two hours earlier than I do…
It’s quite an improvement over this week last year, when it took 11 September to get my mind off my health problems, if only by giving me something else to be freaked out about. Come to think of it, though, it was also almost a year ago that Mark and I began our regular email correspondence. I think that worked out pretty well…
