|Ah, that would be kinda nice actually.|
In other news, Tilly bought one of those 'pens for women'
from Bic. She almost bought me one. I almost wanted her to.
|This book cover is laughing at us.|
Did I mention I'm feeling fat? I had to buy new shorts and trousers to accommodate my increasing girth. I still look eight weeks' pregnant. I shouldn't complain, a good shaving job and the right clothes and wig and that would really fit in nicely to my chosen methods of self-expression. Provided that I could find the private time to actually go and dress in the spare room without the chance of being disturbed. Oh, wait, I woke up late and was unable to even try this morning when I had the perfect reason to be up early and the added bonus of the children being used to getting up later than they do during work-time. Basically, I'm not feeling too hot at the moment. Even the number-crunching epic of the afternoon in which I have almost completely analysed all results in more depth than the school do (and they do a bang-up job, by the way) isn't enough to fully dislodge the funk. The beer I've had tonight, Duvel's Speciaalbier, has helped, but I'm still a little down.
The original plan for this post was to go into more depth about my mother and my childhood but, you know, I'm not sure it's entirely relevant right now. Expect a book review or two shortly, it'll be a nice space filler until I can get back into the groove of writing relevant posts. In other news, Tilly and I are attempting to watch a DVD together tomorrow night - since when did a DVD night become something we planned a week or so in advance and become so important that it actually took the place of genuine physical interaction? Oh, that's right, some time between nearly losing my previous job and moving house. In fairness, we did hold hands in bed last night, a 'night off' for Tilly (most nights are her working on her novel or interacting with her writing buddy) but she was feeling ill from being that time of the month again so anything more than that was expressly off limits.
I realise that there are some who think we're rebuilding our relationship but, honestly, this is taking longer than some of my very few actual relationships and I'm getting less far than I did in my laughably innocent first relationship. In more time. With someone I'm married to. Fuck's sake.