I watched Steel Magnolias for the first time tonight. All I knew of the movie was that iconic scene at the funeral with Sally Field but the film had some pretty good parts aside from that most notable one, though that one was still tear inducing due to the force that is Ms. Field. It brought up the old inner debate over what would be easier/better, to die before your parent or to experience their death instead. About as useless a internal banter and ever-changing resolution as whether death by heat or cold.
These days off since Sandra's move in have been a change from the norm. I expected to be wanting my alone time, having to assert that need often, but really I am pretty fine with her sitting in bed next to me on her laptop while I do my thing on my own computer. It is only annoying when she has all these odds and ends on my bed like her phone and book and chapstick. Together with her dog, it can get kind of crowded. Everything is a distraction from the work reality so our days filled with online games, The Sims, and television are perfect coping procedures.
I reek of henna after waking up and plopping on some thawed out stash. It looks fairly auburn now but I expect it to mellow some as it oxidizes over the next day or so. Someone took my saran wrap from the kitchen or somehow used it all so I had to wrap my head with a plastic bag instead. It was definitely messier than normal because of that and just affirms why I like to store everything that is mine in my room and not share with anyone. I don't like surprises like that. That, and I don't like people touching my stuff.
These days off since Sandra's move in have been a change from the norm. I expected to be wanting my alone time, having to assert that need often, but really I am pretty fine with her sitting in bed next to me on her laptop while I do my thing on my own computer. It is only annoying when she has all these odds and ends on my bed like her phone and book and chapstick. Together with her dog, it can get kind of crowded. Everything is a distraction from the work reality so our days filled with online games, The Sims, and television are perfect coping procedures.
I reek of henna after waking up and plopping on some thawed out stash. It looks fairly auburn now but I expect it to mellow some as it oxidizes over the next day or so. Someone took my saran wrap from the kitchen or somehow used it all so I had to wrap my head with a plastic bag instead. It was definitely messier than normal because of that and just affirms why I like to store everything that is mine in my room and not share with anyone. I don't like surprises like that. That, and I don't like people touching my stuff.
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