Wednesday, February 15, 2012

Adventures in relating (crosspost)

Tonight we talked...mainly about ways we annoy each other, as we kept doing them.
But we did not argue.

She helped me look for my passport...I have no idea where it is, it was last seen in a manila envelope. Before she went to bed, she noted something:

E:"I am talking in a monotone to avoid triggering you."
HR: "Thanks."
E: "I'm surprised you don't find it kinda creepy."
HR "Gee, I don't.  I find it soothing."
E: "Well, I find it kinda creepy."
HR: "I'm trying not to laugh at you."
E: "I'm thinking of Steven Wright."

At this point we broke into Steven Wright jokes, then she went to bed.
I really do love her. Really really...
I just have to find a way to be happy with her, she with me, and all our heaping helping of weird.


Biggest news...Friend Squirrel is in a very worrisome state. He's kicked heroin, but the aftereffects are damn near causing him to kill himself daily.  He's very ill and I may lose him.
I love him.
I love him perhaps a bit much for someone married.

This has caused me to look at my marriage and realize...holy hell, I really am not getting my needs met here.
I have to figure out how.
Oh, and we're kinda sure the wife has Asperger's...a mild case to be sure.  With my severe case of C-PTSD...ohboy.

Oh.  I have decided to sprog. Pop out a rugrat.  Create mini-me.  I am too old to put it off until my life is not going to hell.  Having a kid's a stupid idea.
It makes me feel ridiculously happy.

I've started a blog over at a big social-networking site ( and have become shamefully addicted to being there.

So...I am going to crosspost.  I'M SPAMMING MYSELF! BWAHAHA!

BTW, I seem to be doing a lot better now.