What a nice, lazy kind of day. Slept in late, went to Cafe Brazil for breakfast with D, worked on the desk all afternoon. That was actually kind of frustrating. I am trying to put it all together now and it's proving so much harder than I anticipated. All of these trim pieces have to be nailed and glued to the outside of the desktop and nailing stuff is a lot harder than I remember. I bent at least 3 of the nails in half, plus I dinged up all the trim with the hammer and scratched it with the clamp I was using to hold the trim till I could get the nails in. So after this I'm going to have to touch up all the paint. Again.
On the bright side, it turns out one way to get D to laugh is to storm into the apartment and declare, "I'm not as good at nailing as I am at screwing!"
Usually, my entrendres are intentionally double, but my mind was totally on woodworking so it took me a bit to figure out what he was laughing at. Speaking of which, the language of construction is very masculine, isn't it?
I wondered today whether last night's blog was a little too personal, involved...but now I think that's stupid. What's the point of journaling with censorship? I may not have sex in my "interests" page--a la Professor Lockhart--but it's still as much a part of my life as anything else. (Or at least the idea of it is...maybe not sex itself...but yeah.) How can I keep any kind of journal if I don't mention my period, ovulating, fights with my fiance, LONG DRY SPELLS...whatever is on going on in my mind or my body? Isn't that the whole point of this experiment?
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For a long time it seemed to me that life was about to begin--real life. But there was always some obstacle in the way, something to be gotten through first, some unfinished business, time still to be served, a debt to be paid. At last it dawned on me that these obstacles were my life. This persective has helped me to see there is no way to happiness. Happiness is the way. So treasure every moment you have and remember that time waits for no one. (Souza)
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I'm happy to be your cyber voyeur!
It's a bit wierd, isn't it; blogging...I just try to remember that I'm writing for my own benefit and not for that of anyone reading, so I won't censor for them either. Like it says, read at your own risk....I like being your cyber-voyeur as well. :)
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