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And The World Has Turned Around Again.
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Mood:
Calm

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Location: Work.
Listening: "We Close Our Eyes" ~ Oingo Boingo.

I'll address my own adventures with Color Quiz and IPIP-NEO later. Admittedly, I was less than comfortable with some of the conclusions drawn by these tests about my current situation and personality--not because I shy away from unpleasant revelations, but rather because I'm currently working to make changes for the better and am concerned that I'm moving too slowly. Again, more on that later.

The past twenty-four hours have comprised one of the best days I've had recently. The tedious negotiations for my company finally ended. I have Tori Amos, live, on my voice mail. I went home at lunch and spoke with Peter about future plans (which contributed to a sense of progress being made, even though I was frustrated when I got there). After work, Peter made a yummy chicken stir-fry and we watched "News Radio", "Law & Order" and a Biography special on Jerry Seinfeld. We took personality quizzes, talked about Violence Engine, reminisced about the D&D game we played in earlier this year, and finally ended up on the couch, with him reading Famous Long Ago by Ray Mungo and me working on Harry Potter & The Sorcerer's Stone (I've decided that I want to see the movie and I'd like to have an idea of the book before I do--and I'm enjoying it quite a bit so far). The house got chilly around midnight, so we slipped under the warm plaid blanket, smooched on an epic scale, and finally fell asleep, snuggled, and wonderfully scratched and damp.

Peter woke a little before me this morning and went into the den to write. I was awakened with kisses and asked if I'd like breakfast. So I slept a little later and woke to a toasted English muffin and orange juice served by a thoroughly unsympathetic * but dead sexy boy in plaid pajama pants. Not a bad way to start one's day.

I left home after an incredibly relaxing hot shower, more orange juice, and more kisses with talk of lunch being made for me. I walked to my car feeling like things were starting to come back into line again after being so scattered for the past several months. Peter is writing again--and enjoying it. I am finally managing to get past some of the issues I've been having with my job, my health, and my overall well-being. Tomorrow is Samhain and I'm feeling renewed just in time. Also, Civ III comes out tomorrow (I'll admit some excitement of my own, as I really enjoy Civ II). We're going to watch Kenny test for his purple belt on Saturday. We're planning on visiting Peter's brother, Ike, in Oregon in early November. Other plans are humming along as well. The weather has turned, and I sense that this has more than a little to do with my change in perspective (and, perhaps, in others as well--Marshall has perked up considerably). I might be one of the few people in the world who finds endless summers depressing. Seven and a half years in California might just be my limit.



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